Not when what was said shreds you
Leaving you to pick yourself up
In tattered pieces on the floor
Possessed by a great fear
That eats at your nerves, your mind
You spend the day without sanity
Jumping at mere whispers of hope
It is beyond you and your wits
To fathom the cruelty Fate is inflicting
As if all those plans weren't made
As if all that time weren't spent
You mock your shaky resolve
Yet you cry at its leaving
What fool does that, you wonder
All the while, knowing the answer
So, be still my soul
Our future is yet to be set in stone
Though we tremble at its approach
Let us welcome it with open arms.
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Note: All I'm trying to say here is, 'Fuck'. Because... ahhhh. Just, fuck.
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