"You're wishin' too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughta be.”
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I still cannot look, I still cannot breathe, my heart still races.

I guess it's something like smoking, drugs, suicide or any other vice. You can quit or cure yourself of it, but it's never really gone, because you just have to try it once, for the possibility of it to be hovering there for the rest of your life. Because you know it's so easy to turn around, to fall back into its dark embrace.