Hope is the worst of evils. Waiting is an endless forest. How long can I go with these broken dreams inside my head? Can empty words change anything? Can fall apart the mountains between us? Or the walls that built through in our hearts? Everthing is now, senseless. From miles away, every word I wrote to you, useless. Spaces, so many spaces. That cause the same thoughts, old fears. Just about the something that push me under. Sometimes I think, I'm weaker more than ever. I always tell myself : Life's not as bad as you think. But there's a constant truth that's annoying. You are free to be worried everything. Cause nothing will get better. Won't get better.
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