Apr 02
I don’t even know myself at all. I thought I would be happy by now. The more I try to push it, the more I realize you’ve gotta let go of control. Gotta let it happen, just let it happen. It’s just a spark, but it’s enough to keep me going. And when it’s dark out, no one’s around, it keeps glowing. Every night I try my best to dream. “Tomorrow makes it better.” But then, I wake up the cold reality that not a thing has changed. But it will happen.
Gotta let it happen.
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