Dear Diary,
Isn't it funny we never really get what we want.
Maybe it's similar, like same text, different font.
But it's never what we asked for.
What we prayed and dreamed for.
I wonder why, are our dreams just too good?
Does there always have to be a little bad with the good?
Would life just not be the same without the bad?
If we actually had everything we wish we had?
Because everytime it starts to feel great
Life falls at an astounding rate.
Making me believe 'was i ever actually happy?'
or was i just trying to avoid being sappy?
This poem is stupid:
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Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
