What doesn’t
Sometimes I wonder
what life would look like
where I don’t have to be strong
I don’t have to be hopeful
to be careful
to second guess
to look over my shoulder
to tend my wounds
that I never cut.
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Sometimes I wonder
How could I be so desperate for a life like that?
How…
Why do I have to be desperate?
I wonder why am I existing
just to survive
when all I wanted is to live.
I beg…
let me live.






