I hope trauma ends with me.
I hope misery ends with me.
I hope pain ends with me.
I hope every bad thing ends with me.
I am hoping for the impossible.
I am hoping for the unreal.
I am hoping for the utopia.
I am hoping for the never-never land.
I was in vain.
I was in pain.
I was in chain.
I was in shame.
I was. I am. I hope.
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Confessions (Rant Room, maybe?) / the restless mind
PoesíaAm I just grumbling? Endlessly complaining? I confess. I repent. But is it enough?
