I crave what I can't have
and it's a constant in my days,
they could never snap me out of it,
my permanent daze.
I think someone told me
that it's better to dream
because you don't have to try
to be something you seem.
none of this will matter
since I allude to nothing,
though I know you hate me,
to me, you still mean something.
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Feelings at times so contrary to reality and possibility yet resilient to change. Nicely written in poetic verse
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Hayleighโฆ the permanent dazeโฆ the dream that feels safer than tryingโฆ the someone who still means something even when love feels lopsided. You weave all of that together so gently that the hurt lands softโฆ but sure. This is tender work. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
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