Notice
I’ve come to notice
On the days we scream the loudest
Our pleas have no ear to fall on
Yet a whisper of success can be heard for miles
I’ve come to notice that there is no such thing as wasted tears
Another drop in the ocean can swallow a city
I’ve come to see the world is as bright as we make it
That the nights just as we see it
But the sun always splits the night as the moon comes to shoo it away
You’ve never realized how close I am to giving up
How close I am to locking the doors and throwing away the key
But I don’t write for me
I write because I’m afraid of what I’ll do if I stop
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