01.23.25
I'd like to believe, that perhaps along the way, in the narrow valley, amidst the bustling streets, there is a way out, an escape, another route to lessen my burdens, to outgrow my fears, and maybe it wouldn't be this heavy, nerve-wracking, mind-shattering, will-breaking as I crawled my way to my far-fetched dreams. I'd like to delude myself that there might be shortcuts for me to see the end of the tunnel rather than paths of uncertainties. Whether I am on the right track or not, how could I ever know, when all I had were endless cycles of worn-out efforts, dismay, and rejections? I'd like to say it's time to give up but the constant flame of hope knocks on my door, squeezing my chest until the last drop of doubt fades away, and right there, I'm held captive by this incessant delusion again.
—georginariver
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PuisiThe sun sets and the moon rises, but your absence stays still. August slips like a blink and winter should have been colder, but summer memories warm my endless nights. First love never lasts and so does us, but the way I love you at sixteen always...
