Does anyone think it may be enough to hope for something? That the hope of something is enough to sustain you even though you never feel what you hoped?
I am full of longing and philosophy today. And a bit of spite.
I really hate being called names because a child who isn't ever going to grow up, wants attention and a tit. Whine.
I also hate not having a worthwhile job that gives me satisfaction during my days. Or anyone in my bed to give me satisfaction during my nights.





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How can I sleep without your breathing?
How can I dream without your touch?
How can I hope without your smile?
How can I be me without you?
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