Very obvious, and quite a history repeating itself, my fitful process of moving on and letting go is like a see-saw. One day ( sometimes five consecutive days, if I'm so fortunately occupied ), I'm all-bright and sun-shiny, ready to breathe a new air of hope and change without you, and then the next, I'm swimming and growling in a sea of darkness and unwavering pain so willing to be saved by you, AGAIN. Why don't I ever get tired? I go up, and hit the ground, and it's no longer fun. I have to stop playing...
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