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Oct 2015
I met Glee through her presence,
I miss her when she's not around
'Am I deluded? You are my drug, Hope, I think I love you, addicted to you,...'
Little did I know of her ulterior motives,
of her two faces which I should knew about,
of her flightiness and fragility,
She left me, stranded, over and over again,
lost in confusion and deep down in this dark pit,
I don't think I can crawl back without her,
but I don't know where to find her,
nor do I think I want to believe her anymore,
hanging all my lifelines on her...
She's not... capable... of sustaining me...
There she goes again,
like wisps of smoke,
and I fell even harder and deeper as she keeps pushing me to Reality, the guy I'm running away from
should I befriend him? should I accept him?
I want to believe in you, Hope, I really do...
please let me,
even though I know I should still be the one doing all the work...
Emm
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