Are we fools to try?

It comes a point when
even facing your fears is running,
Running away from the pain within,
That very real thing to which you
and only you,
has access to.

How does one heal oneself?
Nobody knows, nobody tells.
We are all walking wounds.
Until we meet her. Or him.
The sweetest in the whole world.

Where are you? I need to find you.
I need you now…
A life of waiting,
and then it will be too late.

And that would be the meaning
of it all.
To wait till you die
for the only thing
that was worth waiting for.

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