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Harsh realities vs Faith - looking back in time |
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The reality is, I may be completely wrong; I may be avoiding something highly possible right now. If so, then you are gone. And that's it. It's all over.
That's the reality. I accept it. Yet I never stopped adoring you. The possibility of that adoration ceasing is unlikely. But then again, nothing is for certain. Not now.
You must think I am lost now. Gone. Somewhere unreachable. This could be possible. You maybe right. I may be losing myself. Perhaps I am losing my ability to love, to be loved. Perhaps I already have.
If so, then I was not meant to be anything other than like the rest. I too was meant to be part of the population. Seeded, germinated, polluted with fertilizers.
But if my faith is strong, if my innocence is not completely lost, if my heart is strong, and I am the soul I believed myself to be, then I will suffice my destiny. My dreams will be realised. My hope will be eternally rejuvenated.
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