I cannot wait for a world in which I can finally feel free of jealousy and regret. Free of abhorrence and shame. Free of everything in which causes me pain; everything that falters my step.
It's pretty difficult to understand whenever you have plenty of distractions. I don't really expect her to empathize with me, why would she? She's got someone to constantly provide a seemingly unlimited amount of happiness and continuity. I remember whenever I was like her – not entirely, but more so content with whatever I was doing with myself. Perhaps I'm romanticizing the past, but what better do I with my time than to generously spend it there?
It's just so easy to get lost in someone else's life.
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Silverfish
PoetryA compilation of written thoughts, poems, and short stories composed by myself