Love is a road best traveled alone,
So hope is a burden no one wants to know,
What could've been, but really wasn't ever meant to be,
Grasping onto the wisps of a memory that likes to spend it's time sitting in the shade,
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The Dysfunctional Series-Poems
PoetryLife can be distant, misunderstood, lacking a certian kind of mood so striding along like the walls are not closing in and shadows creeping in can be difficult almost impossible.This is the Dysfunctional Series.
