The Run
Yesterday I saw a child running
Like many times I’ve seen before
But this child had eyes oh so cunning
I knew they held the world or maybe more
Then she stumbled on her own feet
She quickly fell to the ground
Slowly she was beat
Waves came
And she drowned
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Playing With Words
PoetryJust some poetry and stuff: The words of a young adult with too many thoughts. It might suck, but I don't care. These are my own, sincere words; There is no right and wrong, as they constantly wander through spheres of whom they belong. This is me...
