It’s not that I wish it would all
end. It’s just that sometimes existing in itself is hard. Sometimes the
monotony, the quickness, the quiet, the rush, the way we are human and fighting
through an imperfect existence is far too difficult. Sometimes, it’s beautiful
to simply be nothing at all but a person in this place. Here. Breathing.
Remembering. Forgetting.
-MARISA DONNELLY
God Bless Us..
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