I would rather end it all now and just think of the beautiful memories we have made Things have changed and I am not willing to accept it So I am trying to hold on to the good memories like a kleptic... Seeing it all crumble after having such high hopes Our memories are the only things that keep me dreaming full of hope I just want to be delusional for the time being Because if I can not, I swear my life as it is... does Not have much meaning.
{RP}
Adapting and changing are a part of life, itβs all lovely when things are going smooth. Would you love who you love if it werenβt for socialism?