What You Wished For (TW: Mental Illness)

This poem contains self-loathing, viewer discretion advised.

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A once budding friendship, fallen from distrust.

However, it was a temporary feeling.

Is it right for misunderstanding?

Or was it wrong to believe the truth?

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For each memories created, do they exist for importance?

Are they perhaps worth cherishing it?

Do they mean something, even a bit?

Yet despite the happiness, they put me in a trance.

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Looking at the present, I feel free with the pain away.

As it finally occur, it went to a halt.

Why did it stop, when there was nothing being brought?

I suppose I missed the crucial moment along the way.

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Some people can see through hearts, but it's tough.

And maybe zooming through it somehow perceives within.

Regardless, what was up to others see what they prefer in,

It'll be what the mind tells them through.