January 25, 2023

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Dear ghost,

Little bug that wonder at the end of my night, entice me not. Those twinkling rays that flinker beyond my closed eyes dare to hope again. Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps I just might. 

I scream again because it seems you hears me not, " As the spiraling snow fell on my brow, wonders of the earth fell beneath my door. One more night to relieve my light. One more choice to overcome my fears. 

One more effort to redeem my soul. Love don't wait too long." 

I softly pray for my victory. Softly whisper for my dreams. And it might come true.

Failure shall be mine and it will ruin me again but for now. One more effort.

 


Yours and yours forevermore. 

L
Leaena
Jan 25, 2023 · 27 views

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