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Burnt Out

by Sand 3 years ago in art
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Small and fleeting, will she ignite...

Photo by Mathew MacQuarrie on Unsplash

My anger once moved me and consumed me my pain was it's route.

But like all flames I had a chance to burn then die out.

Instead I let the breeze push me towards my goals and instead of cooling down the surrounding stress and people’s opinions caused an eruption

I let it all consume me and cloud my mind with smoke

So now in the ash tray the bud of this worlds cigarette, I am simply slight orange singe

Used and put out. I’ll have to find the strength to relight myself.

Photo by Mathew MacQuarrie on Unsplash


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I used to feel like i could show people what I overcame. I’m older now and broken down I guess I’m really just calling out without expectations these days it’s smoothing still being able to hear myself.

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