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I'm falling


I am falling Like autumn leaves with no real pattern Just aimlessly to the ground will I too be forgotten? I am broken Slammed to a million pieces I can not be mended for I'm made of potter For there is no purpose For things that are broken I'm lost with no direction a wild animal I've become for I have no place to call my home So I'm forever on my own At last I've reached the end My legs are sharking from exhaustion I want to stop, rest, sleep but I mustn't For I am wounded and alone I have no protection Form the enemy ahead I come to drink form the pit but cry out in bitterness when I see that there's no water will my thirst ever quench Will I ever rest But I will not quit For I'm still young I curl myself into a ball For the storms of sand will start again and the burns and cut will reopen for I'm the fallen broken lost And no one knows the storms that are ahead So I smile and keep Silence I play the I'm alright For these cuts and bruises make me strong and one day the pain will stop
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savigirl14
<p>wow this is so amazing. it is packed with so much strong emotion and i love how powerful it is. Keep writing.</p>

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