When does it get better?
Where do you find it?
How do I become content with what I have?
I feel like i have been chasing it for so long , but I’m so far. Physically I can make the run , mentally I’m already done. I have never understood what’s the gift. It’s more like a curse , it’s more like a long stretch of pain. It’s the questions that I don’t have yet that scare me the most. I yearn for the answers but I’m not sure I can be trusted with it’s responsibility. Where did I go wrong? This is the life where hope fails you.
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 3:32 PM UTC
When does it get better?
Where do you find it?
How do I become content with what I have?
I feel like i have been chasing it for so long , but I’m so far. Physically I can make the run , mentally I’m already done. I have never understood what’s the gift. It’s more like a curse , it’s more like a long stretch of pain. It’s the questions that I don’t have yet that scare me the most. I yearn for the answers but I’m not sure I can be trusted with it’s responsibility. Where did I go wrong? This is the life where hope fails you.
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