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The Diary of a Late Bloomer (34)

Grew up in a small town 

And when the rain would fall down 

I’d just stare out my window 

Dreaming of what could be 

And if I’d end up happy
—-

Breakaway, so stay!

She had then no better option than triving, striving and winning; the given game of life. She had enough of sorrow but not to make it an excuse to make a stop; yet another reminder to humbling outright even already in self-sufficent. Much as it tired her out the walking, much as it is somehow hazy still the future view, she keeps firm the tomorrow’s mysteries as a given divine gift. As cauticiously she made traces in leaving the seconds of the wholeness of time, for yet a breakaway, yet an invention of undiscovered side. She tried her best to revel in the most terrifiying thunderbolt. She used then of the worst to expect the least, but worth still even only a small leap. She denied not of feeling misplaced but the best she dealth with it. Would she ever touch the sky?all she knew, future would not betray present effort, so stay! 

—-

Wanted to belong here 

But something felt so wrong here 

So I prayed I could break away

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