You keep trying,
and trying,
and trying.
But the truth you don't want to accept,
is that is too late.
Fear left you empty.
Fear consumed you to the bone.
And it would be better
if you just stopped trying.
It will only hurt you
and the people you grow to love.
It is too late.
Love isn't something for you anymore.
YOU ARE READING
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RandomO cose a caso, su cose a caso che mi vengono in mente durante il giorno. O, ancora, la mia scusa per poter scrivere quello che non riesco a produrre in one shot.
