Sometimes, just sometimes, you wish things could be different from how they've turned out.
Sometimes you feel like you've lost a little part of you along the way.
Sometimes, you do things to help try and make you feel alive again.
Sometimes, you imagine you could do it all over again.
Sometimes, you just can't help but stop and wonder. Why?
It's really one big mess
...it's one of those times where internal conflict really starts messing with your system.
As if you refuse to move from the green light and motorists behind you are urging you on with their horns.
That's the sort of noise and confusion you're getting. Like you know you never want to reach your endpoint.
Because you find you're enjoying the ride a little too much. And you know it'll end someway or another.
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