Optimistic monsterA Poem by LianneOptimism turned sour.Don't you dare accuse me of being an optimistic monster when you are a pessimistic saint ''optimism'' is all I once used to have optimism was the fuel for us the fuel for when we travel down this long road together together as one one moving entity not two Along the way somehow in my sleep you emptied me and you emptied my jar of coins my jar is now empty of coins for me to flip heads; you win tails; you win
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2 Reviews Added on September 3, 2013 Last Updated on September 3, 2013 AuthorLianneAdelaide, AustraliaAboutNineteen years of age. Pharmacy student. Quiet dreamer. Passionate dancer. Ambitious, fickle minded, thirsty for adventure. compromising and stubborn (as much as that doesn't make sense) Simp.. more..Writing
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