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My neck broken Forehead kisses the back of my hand as my stature silhouettes "The Thinker" This is not for everyone. No one else would be as: Courageous as... Distraught as... Pathetic as... Insignificant. The end result of the realization that you are one of the ones who tried but missed your shot- the timing didn't work out right... you are too late. Working hard now will only give you a sense of satisfaction, accomplishment, completion Yet it still stands Your tree bears no fruit. The longest sigh The laziest, deepest, dragging of steps through mud. You will never be... Begrudgingly. Alternating between facing the inevitable stuck-still, accompanied by the hair of doubt.. The hair of doubt, Contrasting The impossibility you cling to.. Contradicting the probable. ...all the while weathering under an umbrella of uncertainty. A knot.
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Not for everyone
My neck broken Forehead kisses the back of my hand as my stature silhouettes "The Thinker" This is not for everyone. No one else would be as: Courageous as... Distraught as... Pathetic as... Insignificant. The end result of the realization that you are one of the ones who tried but missed your shot- the timing didn't work out right... you are too late. Working hard now will only give you a sense of satisfaction, accomplishment, completion Yet it still stands Your tree bears no fruit. The longest sigh The laziest, deepest, dragging of steps through mud. You will never be... Begrudgingly. Alternating between facing the inevitable stuck-still, accompanied by the hair of doubt.. The hair of doubt, Contrasting The impossibility you cling to.. Contradicting the probable. ...all the while weathering under an umbrella of uncertainty. A knot.
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samir
Syrian
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
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