The hardest part of ending is starting again. I wish I would wake up not feeling that awful, familiar ball of gut wrenching dread at the thought of another day. Another day of smiling, pleases and thank yous, do this do that, grin and bear it, "I'm fine", "Get your head out of the clouds, you got no time to waste", mouth moving but mind going dead. Another day of studying, having same routine, daydreaming about the futures; another day of holding onto what I haven't got.
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