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sigh :)




there's so much unsaid 

so much more to give

was just getting started 

learning

climbing the mountains of the many wrongs

looking to fly 

then that pebble, that tiny pebble that grew into a rock

or was it always a rock...

out of nowhere

crushed.

but also thrown

deep into the gorges

to be lost forever

years taken away

10 years 

or is it more...

hurtling down

not clinging on anymore

but there's so much more to give

and so much unsaid

whisper it into the wind 

as I fall

can't be gone with this bursting heart






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