Hope is frail.
It's not even a thing.
It might be a feeling, a feeling where theres a possibility where something may be achieved.
When it lacks of chances, it starts to tear.
And here comes... believe.
"are prayers meant to be heard?" - or it just falls on deaf ears...
My mind is so full. i couldn't even think straight.
Things ain't always happen when i asked.
Or maybe i don't even ask?
I hope i did not have to write this.
But it just served me... as a listening ear to the mute.
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It happens all in the heart.
But things just sunder it out.
Where's fate...
she is just so far far away...
I don't want to fall into feelings
Where it turned from sweet to sour and then bitter.
But things are just going into the wrong perspective.
I just want to be alone with this poison, fighting it...
I want to prove that being alone doesn't mean anything bad.
I want to prove how far can i go.
But every time u approach.
It felt like a straight forward cure for the antagonized poison.
I want to make myself dead busy.
I want to work... I want to be tire out... two four seven.
So as to fight it off... the anguished feeling...
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