From the outside looking in it seems as if I’m back to the same place as before. Waiting.. For what?
Nothing. Cuz there’s nothing to wait for. On the inside? It’s the exact same thing. Only there’s the slightest glimmer of hope. So small you can’t see it. But ultimately I can’t help but feel as though I’m on the brink of utter destruction. Much worse than before. Only because we bonded. Again. Only because I know you FEEL/FELT it. Feel something. It’s my fault. Either way. For believing. Hoping. Dreaming. Say it does happen? I can’t even fathom the euphoria. But how about when reality inevitably rears it’s ugly head? The consequences are sure to be grim. I just wanna live the dream.. But it may not be my dream to live.
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