Hope.
A word used in many sentances, many ways.
But what does that word mean?
Any body would be stuck at that point. It's easier to know things than to tell them. Easier just to be. Easier not to be involved. I've already gone too far. If I had a nickel for every time I told myself "I could have been different" I'd have exactly $105.85 that is not the amount you'd want to have for that particular phrase. I could've been different. That phrase floats in my head, much like the snow softly falling outside. Sitting in my room, the place I've probably told my self that so many times, so many days. My room isn't your average room. It screams: "This girl is so rich she could buy you" but that's not the truth. My family-- my enemies-- made it this way. If only I could turn back the clock. Turn it back to that one day. If only I could've stayed that average girl and never got involved in this. But it's way too late. Too late to turn back. Too late to forgive.
You might say I'm doubting, but I'm not, I know I got myself into this mess and I'm determined to get myself out. If I don't... This could be the end.
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