Tuesday, 27 December 2011

Moving on is like a sad song.
You have it on repeat. You go back to it even though it makes you sad because it’s so damn beautiful. You torture yourself and you don’t know why because it’s easy and it’s something your used to. After a while, the same routine gets tiring, the song gets old. You realize that there’s better songs, better people, and you finally press forward, leaving the past behind.

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