the man is getting up
and he's trying to follow his dream
but his feet are sinking into the shards
he is falling
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I am tired.
I'm tired, I want to run as if I'm out of breath.
That's what death was like, God used to tell me when I was little.
Now, my shell is broken with everything I believe in.
I don't have a heart, I ripped it out when I was little.
Because I was covered in lies I believed.
I am scared.
I'm afraid, I want to die.
But I could never manage to accept death.
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The sounds of cars spinning in the heads of silent bodies, the cruel colors of unfinished love. It was mixed in my soul. It left marks on my body. I, fearless servant of God, grasped the pain with my eyes and tiny hands that see you whenever I close them. However, while you were unaware of the pain, I was just beginning to scream. There was a little girl, her dreams were shattered. Because her father was dead, the father was the dream. Dad, it was the walls that came crashing down.
