When you wanted something so small yet so badly you crave for it but everything else doesn’t let you, you drown yourself in a sea of sorrow so much so that the object no longer matter. By then, even if you have it by force, it doesn’t seem as exciting as before because it has already been tainted by too much pressure, too much effort spent on getting it yet still against everything that doesn’t allow you to have it. So for once, how nice can it be if one can look the other way, look the other door once this one has closed? Because the faster one does that, the faster one bounces up and regains the life suppressed by sorrow, pain and emptiness.
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