Someday

Fri, 11/02/2018 - 20:36 -- Ahkira
  • Someday, someday, you get a thought that processes through the mind

that thought that tells you when will it be my time...... when is it my time to be happy and glad. When is it my time that I am not depress and sad. I know that each and every day you wake up feel like you're going back, you feel like nothing because of everything you lack. Then you go to the nearest room and tears start to shed down, you quickly look up and hope there's no one around. You then feel a little sparkle inide that you never felt before. You look up and see this new person, that you now adore. That person looks at you and say, " love, everything is going to be okay, everything is going to be alright, despite what how things are, you will get a new life. All of sudden, you hear the dissappearance, and you're upset at this and want to know what happen, but you know deep down that person never left, because that person is you and you know someday, that happiness will come soon. 

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