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Jun 2018
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, it’s all lovely when things are going smooth. Would you love who you love if it weren’t for socialism?
The Rogue Poet
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The Rogue Poet  Perpetual Reality.
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