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but what is the point of hoping still if our countless chances to start over inescapably end with us crashing all the **** time
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May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
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but what is the point of hoping still if our countless chances to start over inescapably end with us crashing all the **** time
"I don't mind the pain, it's the hope that kills me." (A Long Way Down, 2014)
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May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
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