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You think Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you.
It’s hard to let go. Even when what you’re holding onto is full of thorns, it’s hard to let go. Maybe especially then.
All I can say is what you already know: some days are treasure. Not many, but I think in almost every life there are a few.
But sooner or later the last good time would come around. It does for all of us.
The last good time always comes, and when you see the darkness creeping toward you, you hold on to what was bright and good.
