Until there'll be a new post or a rant, how about poetry? Will that do just fine?
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
That the
But then, we’ve all seen it
Again and again, we have all met
Cause as much as we hate it
We all must truly admit
That we break our wings
That we crash our trains
And put out our thoughts
We say “tomorrow” again and again
Taking for granted our time
Spending it freely on all things
Some dear, some little and useless
But that’s who and how we are
It’s our nature to spend it
It’s our nature to break it
It’s our flaw to not see
It’s our flaw to bend
Sp we spend our time bending
We break our patience in half
And we sink in quicksand of pity
Struggling to cry for ourselves
We feel the heat rising within
Taking control, making its way
We call this shame and hide it
But we all blush sometimes
It’s not shame, it isn’t
The heat is something else
It’s the
Coursing and boiling within
Cause we are the
Always hiding in a shell
Until sorrow cracks us
Breaking our hardened shell
We burn and again we rise
Since it’s in our nature to rise
Again and again from the sands
And rekindle our true selves.
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Think it should be called "Birds of Legend". Hope it's good :)
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