my heart is too heavy to keep going. i feel like the only things that keep me going will soon be gone. i can’t handle that feeling, i don’t know what i can do. i would love to “enjoy the time while we still have it”, but the thought of that makes me sick. why can’t it be forever? i can’t carry that pit in my heart, the people i once loved being displaced? everything i find interest in suddenly gets torn apart. i don’t know what the fuck i am going to do. sometimes i feel like it, but i remember we only have one life & that’s so fucking bizzare, one chance
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