17 octubre 2015

obscured by

a kind of dispair that knocks at my door
every single night, it crumbles my entire being.
at dawn i'm a new version of myself
i'm petrified by the idea of what tomorrow could might bring
i disclaim every single attempt of hope,
no one ever taught me how to live
in a world where happy endings really exist.


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