There’s no I in we

Because there is no we in the first place. 

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How am I supposed to heal? I’m stumbling, carrying the pieces of my own left shattered on the floor. Yet at the same time, I’m supposed to console you, coddle you? 

For reality is harsh and never cease just to let you take a breath. Reality sometimes mean facing the person who destroyed it all while you are still fumbling your way through. Because reality is never easy. You only go on. And onwards.

 

 

 

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