The days where nothing mattered. the days that kept me smiling. the days that didnt seem so difficult. it feels like there wont ever be another day like this.
why do i make it so hard on myself? “Theres other fish in the sea.” the way i think of that is im the damn fisherman that hasnt caught any fish. why cant it be the other way around. i dont want to be caught. i want to be taken by.
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