July 30
The deadline is when there is no more time.
As much as I say reparo; nothing is fixed.
If only I could write with my pencil, I would probably erase half of the book, my book.
Reparo does not fix people.
Looking back, I never thought I would want magic in my life.
I always thought I was walking on a straight line, and that my destination was always known.
Little did I know, my whole existence is an x I have to solve.
Impressively, I don’t give a heck; I care too much; I don’t do enough. That’s how I ended.
Life is
Too short
Too uncertain
Too cruel
To imagine that we only have one path and one destination.
There’s no limitations
There’s not one specific pathway,
But an endless ending.
I don’t know how many mistakes count for too much, but as far as I am concerned I have only lived of them.
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Semra Laureen Hill Jean
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