“She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover;
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
“Well, now that’s done: and I’m glad it’s over.”
- The Wasteland
I truly wish we could be like that: heartless and detached whenever we please. But the fact of the matter is that we only pretend to be that way. We're not robots, we can pretend all we want that we don't have hearts, that we can't don't feel pain, that we're okay. I think it’s because we’re scared of being hurt, and worst of all, showing it.
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