1.5.16 Year of Sorrow
Year of Sorrow


The future is made up of tears you don’t even remember letting out in the night.

With crumpled pages of defeat

All I ever wanted was to believe

And there is justice for every time you didn’t have it in you to do justice.

It’s made up of fears you didn’t even know existed underneath your skin.

And yet it’s made up of heights you’ve never tasted before.

Right now is made up of nothing if you’re not terrified enough to live.

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