he knew the answer for it was right infront of his eyes. his heart refused to believe the inevitable truth. why not he asked. not yet it replied. he could only wish that his eyes were plunged out but that could mean darkness in the world, which would only bring him any memories he had for her. he would remember everything.
he wakes up every morning, knowing he needs to fight a battle. a battle between his heart and mind. there is no winner, no superior, no high and mighty. why is life so god damn complicated he asked. and then he realised life is not complicated, it is he who makes it complicated.
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