The beauty of living and life bewilders me; then I remember the ugliness and at once, my breathe is gone. I hope one day, it will all get easier but I've never really been one to invest much faith in hope. I suppose it's all just about trying to find something or even trying to leave a mark. If only we knew what we were truly aiming for, perhaps then we wouldn't be so fucking sick and broken. Just a little girl in her twenties with nothing but promise and illness.
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