Don’t you hope sometimes that you were wrong

And the answer is no, not at all.

Do I hope I was wrong about the moment I felt it collide?

Only because it took me that long to realise it hadn’t already.

Only because every day is so hard and if there was a chance of

Anything changing

If it could be as simple as

That when it was and it still wasn’t enough

Belief that there is a one would require believing I’m a one myself.

And believing I was didn’t mean anyone cared.

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