As it hits the ground,
the burst from the pressure is like a stone being thrown into the ocean.
each strike, each splatter has a different meaning.
1.2.3.4.5....
are the lies im leaving behind.
6.7.8.9.10....
are the parts that will never mend.
11.12.13.14.15....
are the thoughts that never came easy.
16.17.18.19.20....
is everything that im missing.
21.22.23
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love,
shellie
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love,
sarah
:))
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