What happens to the person
who has fought with themselves
since they weren’t even able to tie their own shoes?
They either grow to believe things get better and make it out
or they grow into their destined shattered self and live until one day the ball drops and it’s not about patience or hope anymore.
It’s either ride or die.
Look at you, you fragile robbed soul
who were brave enough to give yourself away
when you only had your heart, crippled as it is.
Got up once, got up twice
until you came to realize
that your bones are now ashes
and your chest contains the dust of everything you gave away.
Your body’s standing while your soul is laying in your feet
begging “Stop it please”.
Your eyes blank as cave
spirit burning in flames
and your mind asking
*Shall we do this all again?*
Words have lost their meaning
nobody was there.
The tears were no longer streaming down your once lit up face.
There is nothing left to see here.
Try the next address.
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