I'm not quite sure why,
but I still bear hope for you,
I dream of you,
learning,
growing,
loving,
me.
My hope,
however is invalid,
unneeded.
I should give up,
after all hope only brings devastation.
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The Broken Records, Of A Wall-Flower.
Поэзияfor all the failed daughters and sons out there - a collection of poems. Raw and emotional. - Trigger warning 'You will be, someone's best thing' - R.H Sin