High strung agitation
instigated by bittersweet
hopefulness
which is oddly
unaccompanied by
expectations—
let alone high ones.
Pressing anxiety
mixed with a
familiar feeling of
disappointment
as the realization
that what I’m seeking
isn’t there to be found.
Save me from
the acceptance of
defeat.
Or watch as I
relapse back into
tears of silent
desperation.
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