We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered - Tom Stoppard
There are days when you wish you'd forget, these are the days wherein you wake up and realize things are not right. You try to make a conversation but all you can see is your reflection in their eyes. You wanted to run, but you won't because you can't, because it'll hurt and you'll end up where you left off. And nothing, no one can make you feel alright. And as the night comes to an end, you wish tomorrow will not be as futile as today.
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