Sometimes life happens.. We have everything we could ever dream of.. And with one wrong movement.. A simple mistake.. Everything will come crashing down, like Jenga.. Some peoples purposes here are to do a specific thing... And once done, being without purpose.. They wilt away.. Withering into themselves where they become completely alone.. Staring into the abyss they call a life, wishing only to spread their arms and leap, hoping to fly.. Hoping to fly past the clouds and away from all the pain.. In the end they do not fly.. They fall. This is the hard reality.. They fall into the warm, fluffy lies we were told of life.. And are welcomed into the cold, honest embrace of death..
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PoetryThis is me, giving you, a personal view into the things that I write in my journal..
