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I hope that when you look upon the sunset, at the blazing sun you will forget the problems of this world.
But then, perhaps that is selfish.
I suppose in the long run, we often don't forget the sadness and horror that comes with living.
I suppose, we are creatures of habit. And we let ourselves lie awake at night, to see the new sunrise come again.
If only for a moment, we could forget pain and sadness, and the horrible things that were done to us that we cannot undo.
We tell ourselves, it wasn't our fault. "This was not my fault."
But upon deeper inspection, is that really the truth?

He said it to us.
This is your damn fault! You'll never be good enough! If only you'd never been born!

..And other such phrases.
They are kept. Like a soft blanket, for us to keep us warm.
And then, we learn to continue the cycle.

We remember those words.
And they grow in us. Our lives are changed by something that happened, a 'long time ago.'
You were fourteen. Get over it!

But we can't.
We can never 'get over it.' It's not that simple.
You can never just get over something, with a snap of your fingers.
Light does not change to dark at the drop of a hat.

It just repeats itself. And repeats itself.
Over and over, the scene plays.
And suddenly, things like friends are no longer friends anymore.

It becomes a drug.
A new world that we create. We hope that someday, things will get better.
And maybe they will. But until they do, we are lost, inside this world of scenes that play.
Over and over and over...

Does it ever stop?
Can it ever stop?
...

We wonder if it will happen.
But, it becomes an addiction.
And we believe such words.

The world slowly starts to change.
Until those scenes, and those pasts, become the only present that we can lay claim to.

No amount of drugs, or medicine, can change the past.
That is impossible.

The past becomes the present.
Until all we can see, becomes grey..
There is no light anymore. There is no colour.
We are just pale statues.

So 'get over it' doesn't affect us anymore.
There is no getting over this...

~End~

Description
I hope that when you look upon the sunset, at the blazing sun you will forget the problems of this world.
But then, perhaps that is selfish.
I suppose in the long run, we often don't forget the sadness and horror that comes with living.
I suppose, we are creatures of habit. And we let ourselves lie awake at night, to see the new sunrise come again.
If only for a moment, we could forget pain and sadness, and the horrible things that were done to us that we cannot undo.
We tell ourselves, it wasn't our fault. "This was not my fault."
But upon deeper inspection, is that really the truth?

He said it to us.
This is your damn fault! You'll never be good enough! If only you'd never been born!

..And other such phrases.
They are kept. Like a soft blanket, for us to keep us warm.
And then, we learn to continue the cycle.

We remember those words.
And they grow in us. Our lives are changed by something that happened, a 'long time ago.'
You were fourteen. Get over it!

But we can't.
We can never 'get over it.' It's not that simple.
You can never just get over something, with a snap of your fingers.
Light does not change to dark at the drop of a hat.

It just repeats itself. And repeats itself.
Over and over, the scene plays.
And suddenly, things like friends are no longer friends anymore.

It becomes a drug.
A new world that we create. We hope that someday, things will get better.
And maybe they will. But until they do, we are lost, inside this world of scenes that play.
Over and over and over...

Does it ever stop?
Can it ever stop?
...

We wonder if it will happen.
But, it becomes an addiction.
And we believe such words.

The world slowly starts to change.
Until those scenes, and those pasts, become the only present that we can lay claim to.

No amount of drugs, or medicine, can change the past.
That is impossible.

The past becomes the present.
Until all we can see, becomes grey..
There is no light anymore. There is no colour.
We are just pale statues.

So 'get over it' doesn't affect us anymore.
There is no getting over this...

~End~