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Running Barefoot

I'm running,


Down a rocky mountain,

I once climbed,

To witness,

The world,

From that point of view.

The climb was easier,

Than the descend,

Because I just had to put,

One step in front of another,

And I never realised,

How easy everything felt,

Until I stumbled,

Over the rocks and pebbles,

On my way down,

To realize,

The climb wasn't as easy as it seemed,

Because as I run,

On the rocks

Each step,

Feels heavier than the last,

As if I'm leaving,

A part of me behind,

Wondering if I'll ever be okay again.

on days like today, when i write something i'm not sure makes any sense, i miss someone who would read and tell me how it really is.



words for the day

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