So It Is

we all gotta learn sometime

I find that though I berate the attempt, perpetuate the futility, wrestle the urge, and brace for the inevitable fall, I cannot help but to hope. I hope with foresight of failure, with naught but a whisper of what was once here, holding on for fear that I may one day lose that too, and so lose you. But so I fail, so I will hope, again and again. And so I hope, so I will find that I am being myself, again...and again.

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[mary]

That was interesting ...