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how do I tell myself a thing and mean it?
how do I say the truth fearlessly
so that the foolish hopefulness inside of me evacuates?
I might be free,
if only my maybe dreams would go



more than anything,

I think I wanted to know that I was someone to love.

someone who could be loved.

while the longing remains, the dream is dead,

and I wake and walk with an emptiness so profound

it feels like my heart is my head, and I’ve been dropped on it.

it hurts.