I'm somewhere between cynical and hopeful.
One: While you are gone I'll meet someone new and prove to myself, and you, that hope is for the foolish.
And the other: I'll keep going, work for progression, but I'll always hope you will come back and we will be happy together.
I'd like to choose hope.
Happiness.
I'll move forward until I'm stopped and shown that there is something, somehow, better for me.
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The Result Of Shame
ПоэзияA poetic outburst of raw feelings and deep thoughts about my experiences, relationships, love, and sadness over the course of a year. A quiet place to put my loud mind. The details of a damaged soul. An end and a beginning. The result of shame... ...
