No matter how fast the tears fall, they will still end at the same time.
No matter how hard you push, you still push the same weight.
Because it doesn't just go away.
And even if you can cry it all out. Even if you can push it all the way up. Then you still have the trouble of the past lurking behind.
It won't go away. Ever.
Because your past will always be there. We all have it. The pains we speak to only the most trusted. But will we ever truly overcome it
The pains that took you over at one point still there.
What's to say that when you fall or when you grow weak they won't be there to consume you right back up. Because the fire can be tamed but never put out.
The tears can pour and they can flame across your check but who will care! Who will stand there and press their fingers against every flaming tear! Who?! No one will. Why? Because no can can trust in humanity. Who's to say they won't push you back themselves.
And we tell the most trusted? And when the most trusted grow us out? When they say that it's time. That the bridge is too far away and they need to go to repair it. But why will they? The bridge is beyond broken. The trusted can't be trusted.
And when you have no trust you have no truth. And then you yourself can not be trusted.
The cycle of the untrusted humans
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A/n:
So, how'd it go? I know. Its been a really long time. And I promised a short story but I'm not done with it yet. Its already at 4500 so I mean its a bit long. Plus I didn't actually write this. Well I did but about 2 months ago so its me pulling up some old drafts.
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Historia CortaUh literally the title. Just a bunch of poetry attempts or my go at a short story. (: ~~~~~~ Keep in mind i have a lot of drafts i wrote years ago and im just finishing them off or polishing them and some are good but sad or ig just keep that in mi...
