the dream
the everything we worked for
the very essence of our soul
it is heartbreaking to see it crumble
to watch as the foundation begins to crack
like a mirror fatally dropped to the ground
it seems unfair that this said dream must meet demise
in the most cruel possible way
it is not the cause of one fault
but of many rolled into one
catastrophic tornado
and to rebuild this broken city
will take much longer than ever before
especially with a burdened heart
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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