Why do we ask questions that we don't want the answer to? We know as soon as the words are said that predicted pang in your chest strikes you and the overthinking begins. It's like we know things will hurt us, yet we let it do so anyway. I wish I could tell myself no, allow myself to let go but I just cannot. I ask the questions, get wounded, and then feel annoyed at myself for doing so.
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