It's the feelings that hurt most, the ones that sting, those are the most ridiculous.
When you long for the things that are impossible, simply because they are impossible.
The longing for things that never were, for what could have been. The regrets of not being good enough for someone else.
When you're dissatisfied with the world, it creates a painful landscape of reality, an endless sunset of what we are, or what we could have been.
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