Hope

I think I would be better without it. I’ve tried so hard to let this go, and yet the smallest things open me completely; I am a mess simply waiting to be swept away.

Melanie Martinez – Carousel (Lyrics)

Was there a reason for this?  Do I even deserve it, to have to -to want to- feel this way?

Just give me an inch and I’ll make up the miles… many the miles.

Posted Sunday, November 2nd, 2014 under Uncategorized.

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