Can i ever know what love is?
Is it pain, all this unhappiness?
What is this thing that's so elusive?
is it for me, am i deserving?
Can i really explain the pain i've felt?
Is it love or just the hand i've been dealt?
I keep saying i'll fold my hand.
Three times after that, i went all in.
I came out on the other side,
cold and broken, shattered and bent.
And so as i sit and write today, i have to wonder:
Will i actually know love someday?
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My corrupted mind
I am a simple political anarchist, knowing that the only thing we have left is community. I write mainly anti-politcal and existential works.
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Of course you will. c:
Be patient, good things come to those who wait.