addicted to
i'm not here to win
i'm here to leave a legacy
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it's the passion that drives you
endorphins
pain
exhaustion
chasing this insane dream
perfection
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guestbook

so vivid. i could've sworn they were real.
just last night, i felt your heart beating as you collapsed into my arms. i tried to save you. i didn't want to let go... but you said you had to go.
and so you did.
the warmth of your body drained, reduced to nothing more than ashes.
suddenly it's so hard to draw the line between what's real and what's imagined. then again, both are just as painful.
does everything really happen for a reason?