Like someone you love is lost in a dark room and as much as you want to hold their hand they can’t see it. You try and try to save them. Reach and reach. Guide their hand to yours. But they don’t feel it. Can’t see it, won’t see it. Longing to see their smile, or to hear their laugh. To feel that they know that they are loved. That they do deserve happiness. They do deserve peace. They deserve everything great that the world has to offer. Longing for them to wake up, and to not feel like there’s nothing to look forward to. Longing for them to go to sleep, satisfied and happy, not broken, torn and regretful. Longing for them to dream the dreams, not the reoccurring nightmare that harasses their numb moments. Longing for them to live. With happiness. To just be happy. To feel love at its best. I’ll keep longing, keep waiting, keep crying, keep smiling, keep fighting. I’ll continue holding out my hand. Until that happens. All of you. Promise
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