Over, before it even began.
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I should have learned by now that life solemnly provides the answers we seek, yet has a knack of knocking us off our feet with truths we never saw coming. What happens to the boy whose dreams are too big to catch, and his expectations of love too grand for anyone to uphold? What happens when a day comes by, when both of those things collapse right above my head, and there is no time for me to duck for shelter? How am I supposed to handle this? How am I supposed to survive? As these questions get etched into my brain, I am left with the simple realisation that I haven't changed as much as I'd like to believe. You know me better than anyone, and it's obvious as the light of day that my circumstances keep repeating themselves, forcing me to acknowledge that while I'd like to think I'm becoming whole, I am more torn apart than ever.
