Echoes.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Every single day, the same words seem to echo through my mind.
The same thoughts, pondered over and over again.
The same questions I ask myself.
The same answer I'll always get.
But I choose to believe, I choose to be optimistic.
I choose to not trust the answer I know will be.
I want to believe I can create what I want.
But as time passes, the hope I have will wither.
Bit by bit, soon anyone would give up.
I want to believe in fate.
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