there is this dangerous illusion

that things could have been different.

it sneaks up and consumes my precious moments when i least expect it.

if i had just said something in a different way

if i had only made a slightly different choice

if i hadn’t acted a certain way

then things would be so different.

how reckless and dangerous; to live in a façade of the hearts deepest desires that were never meant for me anyway.



say it to my face, dude. (enter your comment below, i love all forms of feedback)

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