How much longer can this go on for? How much further can it be dragged on before it digs its heels in and refuses to budge until conditions improve or it can see its way on? Why do we let ourselves run wild without thinking about where we’re actually going and how long we can run for before giving up?

It’s so unfair that in a world where so many things can come to an end, the crying is the one thing that just never stops. We cry for the things we’ve done, the things we couldn’t have, the people we care about, and the people we lost in the end. And we cry for the things we want but don’t know if we will ever have, because we don’t know if we can last until the finish line. When can I stop crying?

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