Subpage 2: Because I'm a Train Wreck
Here we find ourselves in love with the wrong thing. The wrong person, the wrong city, the wrong life. But we hold on to the wreckage, like a sailor clinging to a sinking ship, because to let go would mean to lose the one thing that makes life worth living.
We're a train wreck, a disaster waiting to happen. We're a heartbreak waiting to happen. And yet we keep on driving, like a bad joke on repeat, because in the end, it's not the destination that matters, it's the journey.
We're a thousand hearts, beating as one. A thousand loves, lost and found. And in the end, it's not the number that matters, it's the love that we've found.
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