The harder it is to stop, the more hurt it becomes.

Half decade, darling, I thought I had been flying.

I am free falling.

With no parachute packed, nor knowledge of how to land.

I’ve spent too long hovering in the air. Too long, I forget how terra firma feels like.

Now, the nearsighted oculus can see the pavement clearly.

The solid ground is ready to catch me.

The decision is mine after all: to get up from the ground, or go six feet further into it.

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