February 2012
22 posts
Reality came and and swept me off my feet. And so...
so hard, that I’d be broken into so many pieces. My pride and self-worth were the first to break off and when they left, they severed my heart in the process.
However, I still had hope to keep me intact; hope kept me from losing myself. My soul has been treated by unhealthy thoughts of hope and faith. My romantic imagination has been my last chance of survival until reality came again and...
