The End


the glance you give as i meander like a child
for i feel the world is too harsh
too indignant
to let another laugh slip out
i watch as a crooked grin comes and goes
when you relive the memories you had
only to be reminded of the bearing you evidently must have once we reach an age
do you ever regret giving up so easily?
handing yourself over like a kite with cut strings

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