One step forward and it would all end.
I would float through and abyss for a minute and then my troubles would be gone.
Or someone else's.
One step forward and I wouldn't have to think anymore.
Wouldn't have to breathe anymore.
My heart wouldn't even have to beat anymore.
One step forward and it would all end.
I took one slow excruciating step backward.
My decision was made.
I turned and walked away.
And fought to live for one more day.
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The Little Things
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about the moments that seem to last forever. The seconds that feel like hours. The abundance of thoughts that can occur within a single second. The races your thoughts seem to conduct in your head.
