It gets late in slow movements, a fidget in my seat before i plummet
The hole is wide and deep, i can tell by the lights on the street,
But I'm feathered and light, almost iron pressed, from pounds of flesh,
I removed for the look of them, a little grey or black, now I fall slower and wish they were back,
I forget to open my eyes, to watch things
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<333 *hugs back*
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absolutely beautiful. you will be missed.
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i am so happy ur doing well. i’d love to reach u still, but whatever life calls u to do is all part of the journey. never stop creating what ur passionate about, i’m always inspired by u !!
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Thank you, i always will make time to reach you! i definitely will still write sometimes. I'm glad could inspire someone.. and you definitely have inspired me <3
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So glad to see you again on here <3
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you as well <3
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