Tortured souls, we are, tangled in this world
Wanting a way out, wanting to fix it all
Never knowing whether to stay or go
Is our time to soar approaching in the challenge
Or are we breaking under never ending weight
Pulled apart bit by bit, smashed upon the rocks
Until weβre nothing more than stardust carried in the wind
Excellent…and true.
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Well-penned, Dawn! πππ Hopefully we can reflect a bit of light during our time here π
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