The Slow Fall
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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It would be nice to have someone that wouldn’t give up on me. Someone that would chase after me if I walk away from them. Someone that would fight for me just to keep me in their life. Someone that would constantly reassure me that their feelings are still there for me. Just someone that truly cares about me enough to put so much effort into what we have.
