Won't you come home and stop this pain tonight?

I will never be good enough.
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Now, legs, please run. As far as they'd take you. The further the better.
Except my heart keeps telling me to stay...
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No matter how much you prepare yourself for the avalanche, it's still inevitable. In the end, you'll wind up broken, battered and bruised.
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Either way.
Your heart will keep on beating, but I'm still hurt.
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I hate how we put ourselves into situations that leave us wholly inextricable.

Time goes by too quickly/slowly at the same time.

Goodnight, you.<3*hugs*