September 19, 2012

August 7, 2013

I still find myself chasing the impossible.

So desperately trying,

only knowing nothing but failure.

nothing but pain.

I only want the things I can't have.

I only want the things that hurt.

I cannot stop.

I can only ask myself, "why?"

asking a question that is impossible to answer only gets you so far.

Why?

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