13 | numbers
// something I loathe, something I love: you're that illusion— I don't wanna fall or more like it's a trap always tripping me down. Numbers are just arithmetical forms of my calculations— how many times can one go far? How many times can one hold on? Something like burning, always setting the flame. Albeit it's just, it is. Numbers are needed for keeping you on track, or will you just deny once again? The calculations of every breath, the calculations of taking every step, or just a mere reminder how many times you've failed. Have you ever counted how many things/times you've learnt? Maybe you didn't, because you're so busy with the arithmetics to count, to conjure the biggest plain cons; whereas it's a pretty shallow dream to narrow down other lazy hazardous materials. Numbers are only an arithmetician to follow you down, but you're getting lost in the count of time. //
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