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in this bridge, in this very same bridge, i almost gave it all. i almost hugged the wind without anything to support my naked feet and let gravity be my anchor down there. i almost became as beautiful as the ocean after i tried to be one with the waves and be friends with the biggest fishes in the bottom of the ocean where the sun cannot kiss my cheeks. i almost became the mother of a birds' flock after i wanted spread my wings and just believe in myself. in this bridge, in this very same bridge, i almost gave it all but i did not yet i wanted to but i cannot.
// my almost death and its beauty
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PoetryWe all have pain inside us, inside those softhearted yet tough hearts and it's on us on how to express it, how to ease it, and how to control it. Painters grab their brushes to express. Singers grab their microphones to express. Dancers grab their s...
