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Spaces

I still walk down lonely corridors hoping to find you on my next turn. You are never there waiting for me. I hear you whispering my name more often than I care to admit.
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Traces

The walk seemed endless, but after a while, I found myself back to where I started. It had been a painful walk in the shadows. I thought I could face it with less tears, but I didn't. Although, by any means, I think I had been braver still.
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I Am Innovation

Innovation isn’t something that an individual could quickly sort out. A person should be courageous and dedicated enough to meet all the expectations settled. It would be really hard for a kid to change or accomplish something out of this world but it will be a great lesson and a huge help to becoming a bigger person in the near future.
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Butterflies in your stomach

Love is a feeling of strong or constant affection for a certain thing or person. Love is something that makes you feel having little butterflies in your stomach whenever you see or thinking of that certain person or thing.
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In times of confusion, there’s a feather

The truth is, I lost the feather that I left behind and I can’t seem to forget about it. I know I should fly but why can’t I move, and I can’t stop thinking about it. It is long gone and I’m already gone so why do I still harp on it. Oh, maybe it’s because I can’t stop the course of actions that follow from it.

Winter’s Footprint

Time burrows with horrors laying dormant behind icy mirrors. Loneliness echoes from regret's bellows. rustling memories’ leaves tumbling like dominoes.
Relentless

Relentless

You don't have to understand or care, just please will you avert your glare. The need for pride still goes on, as true acceptance has been fought, not won.