sometimes things can be simple like that.
a person liking you because you are ultimately yourself.
being happy with no sand timer to when you will run out of joy
being at peace with the time that trickles past,
fulfilled with the effort you put into breathing, and living, and doing your best.
sometimes it is more simple to leave it there.
sometimes a matter is not due extra thought,
yet I ponder on it still because some terrible part of me believes
it is not that simple, and I am not good enough.
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29AM (revive)
Poetryall my poetry has ceased to exist. from my mind, and from this silly website, so here I go again.
