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The trees stand tall and proud.
Unlike me.
Tap tap tap.
The trees stand tall and proud.
Again unlike me.
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The leafs fall softly and slowly as if time never existed in the first place.
Unlike me.
You see.
I.
Crash and burn taking the world with me on every turn. I see the good in my life and forget because the dark has always been stronger and that I regret.
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The leaves touch the green grass and that's how it goes. That's how it ends.
Unlike me...
Again you see I do not do that.
I.
I dive head first into the dirt, the hard cement alike dirt and I dive without care for myself because I don't want it to end. I can not handle the thought of life ending and I deny that of course to my friends.
Because trees don't talk.
If the trees talked about why their leaves fell, why they stood tall and proud and why they whistle at night...
People would cut that tree down.
And I am a tree afraid of the word "timber"
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Midnight Thoughts
Poetry-I hate how I'm still here- -staring at the stars littering the sky- -watch how differently they treat us- -love is possible but it's so hard to find- -don't trust the voice in your head- "these are my midnight thoughts, I write them down and re...
