The way we work seems almost hypocritical.
The way we clash, a complementary thing, though not in the 'good complementary' type of way.
It's like a roller coaster ride, one that's never ending, full of loops and turns - one you can't get off of especially when you're in dire need. You're strapped in so tight, breathing is damn near impossible. We get to the point where we're just stuck in a troubled, downwards spiral, with the occasional de-rail.
It gets to the point where it's so exhausting, tiring, draining; trying to keep up with what's needed and expected. We can never seem to keep a streak of happiness, we can never seem to make anything last.
Not even the spark.
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
