A surreal jostle into everyday. And a delayed understanding that fades, darkens and disappears, over and over again: Today is all I have, for yesterday and an aspired tomorrow.
Despite what anyone says, giving up isn't easy. It's the hardest thing to do, to watch yourself being unable to do what you think you could, whatever be the reasons behind it, giving up, is never easy.
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