I was looking at the crack in between Manhattan. The light shining in very closely, somewhat abnormaly. Sipping my coffee from the 10th floor. I suddenly thought. Why does everyone rush here? When they could stop and see what thier missing. Because everyone does that. They never see what thier cracking before they take the hammer and hit.
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Excerpts From A Book Ill Never Write| #Wattys2018
Poetry©2017 By dallywinston1738 or Annaka Logue or Annaka Marie ||All rights reserved.|| ||Plagerism is punishable by law|| These silent thoughts were stuck in my head. Wanting, begging,pleading to be let out. They never ended up becoming more than a few...
