Let the frayed strings rip in my hands. I’m not sure if can hold on much longer.

All my life I’ve been searching for reasons to be unhappy, and god knows I’ve found my share.

So I’ll take one for the pain. And two to forget. Three shots down, I probably should’ve known better.

They say tomorrow’s another day, but they never tell you what it brings.

What if at one point acceptance becomes the last resort?

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