My heart bled for you, and yet it was absolutely hopeless, but I was willing to hope that you could just acknowledge such a possibility of desire for me.
Blackout Poetry Notes
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Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
My heart bled for you, and yet it was absolutely hopeless, but I was willing to hope that you could just acknowledge such a possibility of desire for me.