It's just wishing and waiting, this life. Wishing and waiting for something that doesn't hurt in the end. But so far that's all anything seems to do.
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Realisation
General FictionUp, up, up. And out, and out, and out. Out until your finger tips touch the stars. Until theres no room left for breath. The shadows and the hurting. Only stars. And it's calm. And calm and calm and calm. It's calm and you breathe and you breathe. T...
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It's just wishing and waiting, this life. Wishing and waiting for something that doesn't hurt in the end. But so far that's all anything seems to do.
