Tell somebody what it’s like, but if they can’t actually feel what it’s like they will never know
Some stuff is left unsaid. It’s better that way.
Like but nobody will know exactly how someone feels even if it is, you’re going to be yourself
You might feel one way one second in the moment later not feel that way you explain it
You don’t know like the answers because the questions are always changing. That’s life, it’s a constant destruction, infinite internal struggle with yourself
Do you go right? When you go there should you went left and you won’t know. These little moments , you know you think you’re gonna be a little moments, but they become big moments and sometimes you have to go left to be right until we meet again
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