Incapability to ...
The seven years have almost past.
It's not who's stronger, but who will last.
This God damned cursed out life...
I'm lonely, misunderstood, not loved,
not hated, but not loved.
I'm homesick for a home I've never had.
I'm missing you, whom I have never known.
Or maybe I am wrong, and I have met you,
And I have let you go...
Due to my incapability to ... know.
It's not who's stronger, but who will last.
This God damned cursed out life...
I'm lonely, misunderstood, not loved,
not hated, but not loved.
I'm homesick for a home I've never had.
I'm missing you, whom I have never known.
Or maybe I am wrong, and I have met you,
And I have let you go...
Due to my incapability to ... know.
posted by Iassen Ivanov at 10:09 PM
2 Comments:
There is, perhaps, no greater loss than the loss of hope.
I would have done anything for you.
I haven't lost hope, on the contrary. Who are you and why would you have done anything for me?
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