I believe we are all destined to be happy. not to be dramatic, but if we're unhappy, we're better off dead. pain demands to be felt in every possible way and most — but not all — push through it. but what happens when we can't? endless nights of crying and looking in the mirror and seeing nothing worth loving; but to top all of that, the mere thought of having to live without you. maybe we will be okay, maybe we won't. maybe we will fix it, maybe we don't. but you are what keeps me going. you are the only light in my life and I wish you could see how dark everything is without you.
honestly, though, I'm not sure what my destiny is, all I know is without you I don't want one.
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poetic
Poetry(poetry): -literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of the distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature. - a quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regar...
