Dragging On

If I were this lonely forever, would I be fine with it?

If I lost my way like this forever, would I be OK with it?

If I kept on going after the wrong people like this forever, would I be used to it?

And, if I never got to live out my dreams, would I be eventually content with it?

I am in the midst of a adventure, which began abruptly and has yet to produce any ending in sight. Dragging on, day by day, seems to be the only feasible solution on hand.

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