blaintly speaking, our stoicism has no affect on our well-being. People might critisize our mentality, our thoughts, and our ability to put on a happy face. but through and through, yourself will be your only support. when the winds blow forcibly, will it be the one who knocks you down? or will it be the stranger in the air we breathe. Contaminating our souls, our sinistry, our beliefs. and will he be the only one laughing? no, no, coz I will be there too. Laughing as you are drowning in your own soil. Laughing as grass cleanses your face one last time. You will see, the insects will be inviting. and no one will feel remorse. NO ONE When you're standing on the ledge, not even you can pull yourself up. Laughing, I will be maniacally laughing while my hair tangles in the wind. Can you hear me? Can you feel my sweaty breathe, forming beads of sweat upon your neck? Will you know when you stop screaming? Will you be aware that everyone will be watching? Theatrically this is a movie. And the world will be watching staring gawking as the tiny girl slips into a motionless state not knowing that she once was and forever will be no more. you've had your try And you did not try hard enough. and now, here you are. Can you hear me? Can you feel the wind? Can you feel the pressure of nothing, press against your soul? Exactly, my dear, exactly.
Reason for writing:
For Michellery. heehee. Enjoy.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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