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These Truths
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Can't see, The world distorts, And all this time, I've been looking too close to me... To notice, The danger just unfocused, Waiting to hit, And end my dream.
The world freezes over,
For a moment,
Things slow.
It's okay to rest now,
Spring always comes.
And you too,
Can bloom again.
It’s impossible to know,
what could have been.
Such destruction,
brought again.
Power,
in such a random event.
When everything built by human hands,
is rendered meaningless.