Turning misery into hope, dreaming of better outcomes.
Twisting and turning on the bed, wishing, still no sleep.
Sabotage of a lonely heart, stepping on toes, just to talk.
Words unheard, forever more, and counting.
Flogging memories to keep alive, and in touch with others.
But still, and still overly continuous...
Burning a candle for the return of acceptance.
Dreaming, cheap and underestimated.
Left behind to grow old, and to be responsible.
...... Still hoping.
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