hope. (Youth Train)
One to Want : Countdown to Escape
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Very soon.
Very soon I will get there.
My youth has long ran past me, leaving me huffing and puffing, trying to catch up, knowing I never would be able to.
Bitterness is the only taste left, as today, again I stared blankly from the window of the moving train. Bitterness that came from hope. How I hate that that darn fake hope still never left me completely after all these years. After all the tiredness of chasing, while knowing.
Sometimes I wonder if only I had lived differently, what could I have been?
Sometimes I reminisce the good old times.
And I feel cheerful, and hopeful, again.
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