I ve became bad in consoling people, I figured that more n more, Im lacking the feeling of pity for others, for each n every problem, but myself too. It just changed, every cut shaped me new, it changed. I can not say anymore, like in some moments I used to, that everything will be just fine, because it wont, nor it will come itself, n some things, they will never get better, that is the truth. I can not say anymore, often as before, that somebody does not deserve bad things, because life simply is not, and it wont ever, turn to be fair, it is how it is, so lets swallow, to truly breathe again. I can not be as I used to, not to self, nor to others, I can not sell dreams to avoid painful acceptance, maybe I just fell in love with pain a little bit more, maybe just saw its friendly face. Maybe is about my own growth, about the hits I had to endure on my own, because no amount of love could truly save me, love never saved me, it assisted, but I saved me. Maybe is about realisation that no one can help fully, about raw awarness that only I am responsible, and am holding the tools for myself, half me, half what has a power over. Maybe, it all just brought detachment, from everyone and everything, the not expecting much, the knowing that no one can pull me out of ...
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