If i could just sink in to my bed,
It would have been amazing
If i only woke up after a week,
My guilt could have been gone
When guilt washes over me
Hopes run away
But i still hold on to hope even when i know there is nothing
I wanted to start over, change but now i dont want to repeat this.
Looking at the ceiling i see guilt written all over it
I want to die but also wanna live and here i am holding on to hopes.
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Author:
ann hegg (
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Comments1
Hope is the last thing to die. Well written
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