How I strive
to reach you.
But with every step,
you go higher.
Will I be satisfied,
when I reach you?
Or will I receive
something else?
Will I grow?
Or will I rot.
Will I be joyful?
Or will I be sorrowful?
Will I have everything?
Or will I lose everything?
oh perfection, how will I reach you?
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'𝗠𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀'
Poetry-𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 ------------------------ be warned that this story is written by a 14 y...
