That will never be yours.

The life you're building there will never be yours. 

It is hers. 

You didn't build it. You didn't earn it. You didn't pay for it. 

She did. Or he did. 

Doesn't it feel weird to step into another man's home, another man's bed, another man's life as if it was yours? Was his body even cold before you stepped in? 

You won't ever be proud of what you did to get there. You won't ever be proud of the existence you create. 

Because it's not yours. 


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