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worse or better, just not the same.

I wish things were messy enough

To give up on completely

But I've never been good at walking away.

I wish things were confusing enough

I could bear to not think about them at all

But I've never been good at thinking about other things.

I wish things were different enough

I could say that something's changed

But I guess it was worth getting used to pain

Not like it's going away.