In the middle of the night.....Love? Love?! Only normal people are meant to love. I am meant to hate and to be hated. I have no fear of rejection anymore. In fact I enjoy it. It helps not to talk to people of normalcy. I envy them. I want to be them. I want to know what it feels like to be sane. The voice is back. It's more judgemental. I should never think to be sane. The voice will only come back more painful than before and pushing my hopes down the drain of misery.
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In the middle of the night.
PoetrySilent cries of a young woman about her dreams, love life and aspirations until she finally had a chance of happiness.
