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Here like a tree I stand, hope they see the shade I give, Or be a river if I must, till they hear me flow Am I not seen? I look down at my hands Oh what plans do they have, for this is just one wicked dance The brightness of this star is something they shall not know, Being an invisible man, I can just leave my footsteps in the snow.
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Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 8:55 AM UTC
Footsteps in the Snow
Here like a tree I stand, hope they see the shade I give, Or be a river if I must, till they hear me flow Am I not seen? I look down at my hands Oh what plans do they have, for this is just one wicked dance The brightness of this star is something they shall not know, Being an invisible man, I can just leave my footsteps in the snow.
Not getting something you think you deserve is a painful thing, makes you feel undervalued and confused, one cannot proclaim to the world of his greatness, only your deeds may speak for you.
#sad#hurt#snow#life#journey#river
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VelvetThunder
23/M/Lost in Thoughts
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 8:55 AM UTC
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