Hope
Hope
Hope
That's a foolish thing to hold on to.
But then I ask myself "Why do you dare to hope even though you know how it always end? "
Don't you remember the last time you had hope?
Hey reader, Don't tell anyone this but no one have ever choose me.
It's like I am an invisible person in everyone's life.
They come back when they need me and the moment they get what they want.
You know the drill.
Yeah, they are gone.
So, that's why I refuse to hope on anything because people get my hopes up and then squash it like a potato.
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A Lost Soul In A Garden Of Dead Flowers
Poesiejust a girl expression of life in the form of poetry. A contemplation of life and people. a girl who sees beneath the surface and express it as art.
