photo cred: jason conlon


Sigh. My days are haunted by ghosts of bad friendships past.

Why do you make me so uneasy still each time I venture out?

I long for the day when my heart can move freely and without fear.

Hope keeps my heart soft, though the hardness creeps on me still.


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