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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