tracing memoirs
for rungs of footing
yet the pain draws me in
pulling down curtains
and often leaving the treasure
at the threshold of dried ink
a page unopened
with my fingers still tracing
chaos
amid seemingly serene words
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THe RopE Of LiFe The rope of life ! The rope of life ! Walk carefully ! Walk carefully ! Not a step right, Not a step left, In...
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Broken(from a girl's perspective) I am sad I am broken from him for the rest of my life I am broken We were one soul The soul is ...
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