Sometimes things come at a point where desperation is not even in your strength.
Wanting to be sad about them is no help anymore
Blank hope becomes all that is left.
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Pensée Of Anemones
PoetryA collection of Poetry I hide from my outside world and tell you unjudging strangers
...heart's reality
Sometimes things come at a point where desperation is not even in your strength.
Wanting to be sad about them is no help anymore
Blank hope becomes all that is left.