
What is the point of crying anymore, when life is just a blur of here and there. In the end, does it really matter? We are all going. Inspired by the book Looking For Alaska by John Green. Advice and Feedback for this piece in particular is really appreciated. I've had this for a while, feels good to finally upload it!
Rated: Fiction T - English - Spiritual/Suspense - Words: 65 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 3 - Published: 01-10-13 - id: 3090799
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I let it all drop,
The tulips, the kiss, the tears;
It hurts less now.
No more regrets or feeling guilty,
I'm numb from it all.
No more beginnings or endings,
Just this feeling of emptiness;
What's the pointless of rushing to A and B?
When it'll be gone tomorrow,
It'll all be gone tomorrow,
Because we are all going,
Just some faster than others.
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