blamelessness

i hate my job,
but i know i need it.
i hate myself for being so weak,
but that's why i know i'm still a little girl.

indeed,
i'm a little girl.
a girl that doesn't know what life has to offer,
what love cant offer me all the time.

frolicking among queries,
indefinite answers.
reality is a far cry from dreams,
why cant dreams be translated to reality.
led astray by my exigency,
i pound on fragility.






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