the bloody envelope
my hope was wrong
my heart isnt strong
my head was right all along.
all i want to do is shout.
now that i am bleeding out.
I have to fix this
it might take awile
but i know how to paint on a smile
as i grit my teeth and sew
thread this needle with a dream
and stich my heart back together.
hoping this dream will last a little longer.
be a little stronger
then the last.
or so i hope.
if my hope proves to be false again,
then i will just have to begin from the end.
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