sometimes i think about the obsessive need to control every outcome of every situation, laying mental stepping stones to navigate every ounce of horror and every shred of pain. nothing hurts more than the inevitability that you'll never be able to protect yourself from every single drop of rain. the idea of being wet with sadness is too scary of a place to see, but we must stop blinding ourselves of what is bound to happen. sometimes, you just have to sit back and remember that flowers are just meant to die.

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