...is not how I'd envisioned this to be.
Either way it's going to hurt, ain't it? Moving forward is like driving right over a cliff. You can't be trusted. Things are unlikely going to work out. You're insecure, I can't see myself helping you. Getting off the car now, I'd have to walk back to civilisation all alone. Getting lost, feeling tired, all that pain. But what to do? Who's going to make that car drive us back to the city? It's almost impossible to ask for a miracle.
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