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I went back to our old home, the dusty roads and broken gates, dying trees and new nests and the old shop light flickering. I stood by the park swing near the dry water fountain, is it strange that I can still hear mumbles and laughs in the air. I went down the road and saw the rusty red building, once called home because of all the highs and lows lived in it. I went in through the old gate…
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I Am Falling Again.
So, what do I do on my free days?
I wake up late, search for a cup of coffee,
Make myself a plate easy breakfast and then
It’s a day of selfcare.
I think of the books to read and shows to watch
I lay down on the grass and look at the sky.
I paint my nails and I curl my hair
Then bunch them and use a ribbon to tie.
Sometimes I look in the mirror and I can see
See a void…
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The distance between me and my past is not very large…690 km to be precise.
Did I run all the way here or rode some cloud of power I don’t remember?
Funny I ran so hard and so fast and I still find myself under.
Every morning I find something crumble…is it my soul, my mind or just another blunder caused because of my dropping eyes and my body aching to lay in a deep slumber.
The wind…
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