Voy a pecar de reiterativa, but I don't care. I'm ready. I've been waiting for so long. I've been tolerating for so long, waiting, hoping. Yet, everything is the same. Hope and faith are long gone.
I can try and amuse myself with the most superficial subjects (topics, and individuals), but that doesn't complete me, nor changes anything.
I am not afraid anymore. I have thought the consecuences of succeeding or failing. Milo is my biggest concern but I thought of something fair. Other than that, I need no explanation because all the answers to why are all over here. I'm not sharing how. I don't want to be found, and much less on time. I'm not saying when, I just know that it will happen, because that's what I want. From time to time, I cope. But ultimately I always wish the same, and there is only so much that can be said about it.
Where fantasy and reality might colide. Darkest wishes and simple thoughts.
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