Dragging it out.

Gut, being brave isn’t brave when it’s fighting for the sake of fighting. There is nothing to save. The flower died before the bud even formed; you can’t glue the petals on and pretend it bloomed.

Heart, please stop; don’t exhaust your valuable energy. Your quiet bleeding is in vain.

Head, tell her that it’s fruitless. Tell her that we’ve been here before and we know how this story ends.

Don’t be willingly dumb. Don’t drag it out. Time is too precious.

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Being born and raised in the south should have made me more inbred and less tolerant, but something went wrong in the grand scheme of these damned rebels. I am; brutally honest, a bad driver with a record to prove it, a connoisseur of stand-up comedy, the eldest child, an aware procrastinator, semi-sweet, the result of my mother losing her virginity, easily excitable, a lover of music, a pretty shit liar, late to any event no matter what, myself without apology.

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