𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘭 , 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴.
𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩.
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳."
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝘈 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯.
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘕𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯. "
𝘈 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘖𝘩, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴..
𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯. 𝘈𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯."
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘤𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦? 𝘖𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴.
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PoetryMy life is broken, scattered. Each tiny piece, i use to re-write a story, of how i wish my life would've been. Of how my life actually is. Of what my life will one day be. Random thoughts- enjoy.
