As the world turns, bridges burn; there’s a collection of ashes in an urn, for a point of reflection, not return. No greener pastures, just judgements & controllers; halfway off the balcony debating on whether or not it should all be over…
I love the family. Their strength energizes, provides me with positivity I’d otherwise be blind to see. So I won’t jump or fall free; there’s more to be done still: My life, this strife – is bigger than me.

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