She is the epitome of everything I desire to be.
He is the everything. Absolutely everything my heart tries to find for me.
Every moment I revert inside, I would find a way to run and hide
hoping these doubts would surely die.
My mind yelling, "I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I tired!"
A deep breath, a strong hold.
I just have to let go of the gold.
Moods morph into the monster that grows hard to kill
and the wine flows over the brim. Seconds away from the spill.
Cannot take this lonliness; but all in all, the bitterness grows hard to tame.
Believeing truly there has to be a better time.
No more room for the nevermind's.
"It will get better", or so I have been told.
I just have to let go of the gold.
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