In every gesture, repost, or rhyme
The universe sends me conflicting signs
I try to avoid them but I have been chosen,
To search for a meaning till my heart is broken.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 6:47 PM UTC
In every gesture, repost, or rhyme
The universe sends me conflicting signs
I try to avoid them but I have been chosen,
To search for a meaning till my heart is broken.
Sometimes I think I’d rather gouge out my eyes,
maybe then my heart would stop searching
for signs it was never meant to find.
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