A house of cards has left no space for confrontation. Aware of it's foundation, you lock yourself in a room you've fashioned without my support and still you wonder why it’s door is eventually confronted with a percussion of the knuckles, only to be knocked down. Locks are broken. Hinges are tested and teased from their frame. Try to remember that the truth is simple: you’re loved but love doesn’t secure security...losing all sense of direction. A thousand possible exits by no means constitutes an end. My ability to construct a sentence seems to fade with every damn drink. I never thought I could lose what was once so strong. No, I never imagined this life was possible.
If they give up now then they never had faith. (They wont.)
If they don’t love you now, they never did. (They did.)
'Holding out for things is hard when you’re alone and lost in your consequences. You spend the majority of your life putting things off, the rest you're abusive. Lost faith is rarely regained.' (Them, not you.)
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