Swimming through molasses,
Its a hard and complicated process.
Slow, and if you're determined, surely.
But getting out is only half the battle.
Do you take your shoes -you so(u)le protectors- off? Seeing how they stick to the ground and slow you down.
Do you shed your layers -your comforts, your blankets, your shields-? They stick uncomfortably to your sides, and pick up stray things as your journey continues.
Molasses is sticky- sweet, but can be deadly.
Life is a lot like it.
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BINABASA MO ANG
Battle- Scars
RandomContinuation of random, tangential thoughts and poems. **MAY BE TRIGGERING**