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Georgina Tang Aug 2018
That once bright and creative mind,
hopeful for the future

Those gleaming eyes,
the fervour to become a changemaker


I am consumed by pressure to deliver

but I have nothing to show for



I am dying inside



I must work to survive, but there is no passion

I reach to find a meaning,
a reason, trust me
I tried



I voice the outrage the rich wages on the poor
I failed but I tried




I have no place here

I have never been truly happy inside

I’ve suffered enough more than I can bear

So, if you love me

Please don’t cry
I am sorry for this ultimate act of selfishness.
Georgina Tang Jan 2018
the type that will take me soaring through the sky.
I yearn to feel love,
to feel the burning passion and desire that does not die.
I yearn to feel love,
where all its shades of craziness only seem logical.
I yearn to feel love,
one that radiates warmth, joy, comfort that feels magical.
I yearn to feel love,
to share the riches and bitterness in life that we may face.
I yearn to feel love,
where all the wonders of the world seem to be in one place.

I yearn to feel love...
The feeling where there is no logic and rationality, falling into senseless wonder, overwhelmed by the multitude of feelings
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
Take a deep breath.
Keep breathing.
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
What am I going to do
When the only reason I was breathing
Was you?

m.c.c.

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