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It is the most peculiar form of misery: to have all these feelings for you while also simultaneously being hyper-aware of these emotions, and yet be completely powerless to extricate them from my heart. And so I am forced to merely sit here—to haplessly endure this tragic spectacle, to watch this love, second by second, fragment by fragment, ever painfully slowly dissipating and drifting away into an endless, cold, raging sea, lost to the raging currents of time and circumstance. Because if I wish to not humiliate myself and not cause pain to others, moving on is the only right thing to do.