No... No..No.. You got to stay atop, you have to rise above. Yes, I understand you don't have no home to go back to but remember you left your footprints in the once wet concretes of the street that made you.
You always haven't been closed within, you once had moments with uncle mark's kids and Tasha from across the street. You were once one's assumed betrothed, you once made that impact that shaped what fate later revealed. If only you could find yourself, if only you could see through the recent tars and walk back those kitto footprints but thoughts that have subdued you are phenomenal, such that we have lost the contention of it being a positivist or peak of negativism.
The struggles, the prejudice that has drifted your happy thoughts towards a rejected one. The tides that have defeated all power, the only thing that gives context to who he was, i am, you have grown to become or they are now. New days, new news of new deaths and lost passion - dreadful desires to takes one's life in acceptance of the lost earthly paradise and in quick search for one divinity promises.
I know exactly how you feel, sometimes it makes sense but sometimes it doesn't anymore because let me guess, you might have found love. Yet again, the yawning abyss of loss leading to an unfathomable desire to see through the furthest future - to escape the charade that seems like mother nature's trick in form of affection. I know exactly how you feel and I hear you breathe heavily resisting the voices forcing you to make the decision that has put you in this months' long conscientious contentions.
Trace it back, back to what made you whole. Trace it back to what made you smile, trail it back to what scares you most - right at that point, I found peace. Right that moment, I rose above the dark cravings and the fate I newly drew. Right that moment, I insist - the fate would be broken
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