"I suppose I always knew." I wrote that 2 months ago as the start of a blog. That's as far as I got though, for whatever reason. I have no idea where I was going with it or what I was going to write to expand upon it. It has just sat there for these two months, occasionally noticed but never touched again.
When I see it, all I can think of is how sad it is. Whatever it is about, I hear it with a soft sigh of resignation, as though every last ounce of desire and will has been slowly breathed out so that acceptance of the inevitable can be breathed in. It is accepting the inexorable and trying to embrace the consequences. It is pain, because there is nothing happy left.
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