After losing my mother, after losing a lover, after losing my innocence, after losing a dream, after losing hope... I've realized that it's never an easy or pretty process moving on.
It feels like sometimes you need a hundred thousand years and that you're fighting a hundred million men. But the harsh truth is that moving on may take an entire lifetime and you're only fighting with yourself. Sometimes you win but more often you lose.
It's hard but it's necessary in a life filled with loneliness, grief and despair if only to find that one true place where bliss lies.
Good luck to us all.
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