Took me months before it finally dawned on me that I still feel a lot for you.

The things I do these days, they remind me of you. The things I do these days, only make me miss you.

Sorry, self.

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These days are endless chasing of thoughts, time, and almost everything. Sometimes I wake up, tired from the mere thought that I have yet another day to chase, and maybe to endure. 

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After several months, you come to a point when you realize what you’ve given up. And how complacent you’ve been. And how you did not fight enough.

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