❝ 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕 ,
A place to dwell from a world of reject .
A path that leads to the land of the bests ;
Why should I follow if I'd be deject?
𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆—𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 ?
Amidst the fog that obstructs my sight whole ,
Walkway of grief—at the end is a wall ,
No way to see the freedom I await, shattering my soul .
𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒏𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 ,
Future's story untold and choices not taken .
To who's say do I choose, for all of life's battles I have fought ,
Feet directed towards glory—I'll follow my choice, and allow myself to awaken . ❞
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𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞
Poetry❝ Within the heatwave of the burning inferno, Once a lively heart beating, now melted from heat. What used to be vibrant colours of summer painted, Became a sloppy canvas of frigid hues, Of life's essence beginning to fragment; Portraits of memories...
