August 22, 2025

1
Comments
My shred of hope breathe amidst foggy adversity. Its a part of me I cherish and despise. When the world weighs too much, I adore the strength it rains on me. But when in the face of truth, my ugly delusion invades and I abhor the desire it fuels. I want to rename this hopelessly hopeful yearning. Warn it that this time, it is wrong. 
L
Leaena✓
Aug 22, 2025 · 71 views

Comments (1)

Sign in to leave a comment.

G
GravemindAug 23, 2025

umm i like this, feels like poem with genuine feelings and hard words that seems little bit hard vocab for me .

Previous Note Next Note

"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you."

— Maya Angelou