All I ever do is hope, hoping all this wishful thinking won't go to waste.
Hoping it will be for something that compensates for all my time spent waiting for nothing.
A form of something worn out, a something in my heart screaming another something awful loud.
I've seen it happen and I've seen it break like all things do.
Unlike all things though, I can say for sure, that this on the other hand is infinite.
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