Tons of anguish and the pain becomes physical crushing my deepest parts. This is so true...an I look for that connection of understanding. But I find nothing in a sea full of tragity and those who use the smallest of hope within its almost all tragities of waves knocking me to my endless totality...and that's my end. I carry without hope and drowned completely slowly no reckoning to come and change that to the beauty of a hope. I can not find any love to change the truth within...I hope to know this before my end. A heart that has physically been overwhelmed and misunderstood without its damage is slowly dying so I go on without hope. So I go alone without the truth I have come to know.
- Author: Vincent Forberger ( Offline)
- Published: September 7th, 2024 18:50
- Category: Unclassified
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