This is over… eventually

You dig into it voluntarily

Perhaps you didn't have better choices

But the choice not to is always there

Then you swim for a while

Then you start to drown

And when you are fed up with it and want to walk away, it is yourself who don't want to just go and try to find a proper ending for it. You know exactly what you have to do to get out, but you don't. OMG, there are so many other shit things that look so appealing compared to this. 
But sometimes, fortunately only sometimes, the waiting to act makes you be further away from the exit.
That’s it. A sour-sweet love, where the sweet comes from your blood and the sour from your tears.
*Nicoletta Ceccoli

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