“A man takes his sadness and throws it away, but then he’s still left with his hands.”
I find myself confused. I learned all the equations, but two and two don’t make four anymore. I find myself enraged, thrown in the middle with nothing to hold onto, like a child left behind. Everything I thought I knew doesn’t apply. I shake my fist in life’s face and yell, “No fair! You cheated.”
I have been here before. Then it was God himself who told me he was making something beautiful. Where do I find the strength to believe it now?
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