I've been wanting to build my own family for seven years now,
Everytime I'd get closer, things would start to fall apart.
The more I'd want it, the further away I'd get from having it.
I'm starting to lose hope of everything being so perfect.
Maybe plans were made to be adjusted,
And maybe I should stop feeling like I'm on a race against time.
For now, I'll just learn how to enjoy my loneliness and this emptiness.
For now, I'll fill my heart's desire with drinks, smoke and passion.
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Breathers.
PoetryThese are just some of my random thoughts and you can also say that it's a collection for my other works, I hope that you find them enjoyable♡
