~Then
With each passing hour the frustration builds
With each passing day the talents burn
Just want this tragedy to end
Just want to leave to never return...
~Now
With each passing hour the desire escalates
With each passing day the strivers yearn
Don't want this rigour to cease at all
Don't want an end to this sojourn...
The bigger irony is was I happier then or am I happier now? The hurt then was different from what it is now, but its been there all along.
drive is not an unhappy feeling it gives you a reason to live.. to enjoy the fruits of your labor! Be happy if you have it.. not everyone can muster it!
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