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Can we live without death? Can we love without hate? Can we want without need? I’ve fallen once again. Do we really ever live our lives enough to appreciate that we can never truly grasp one without the other? That a concept has no meaning without an apposing force? If hates what’s inside us, and hates what defines us, there’s more inside of me and then we’ll use our hate to drive us. We are damned and let death not deprive us.
3 weeks.

It took 3 weeks of not seeing you for us to split up.

It took 3 weeks for me to finally realize what I let go.

I’m just now starting to hurt, and I’m afraid. I’ll move on eventually I hope. Let’s not pick up old habits now, Morgan…

Why does it feeling like I’m fucking dying? I can hardly move without it not hurting…