People have fears.
And the strongest bring us the need to run.
To run away from the nearing danger.
To run to save them in time.
To run to make the cut.
If we lose breath?
We face the growing consequences.
We are running like machines in the world.
No mistake is to be made, that is losing your breath.
When you lose your breath, no one wants to hear you.
Even if it is your last.
Do you ever feel that you'd rather run fast enough to override the stress?
The stress.
Running through everyone's veins.
You bleed.
It runs down your wrists.
You couldn't run anymore.
And no one wanted to hear the last breath you had to offer.
So are we running out of determination to succeed?
Or are we running from fear of whats to come if we fail?
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Evening Poems...
Short StoryThis is my collection of poems. Writing these helps me relax and get my points and feelings on my story. I hope you guys like these poems that are sure to come. These poems will be posted onto this book when I'm not working on other books. Enjoy the...
