I'm tiredA Poem by RivIt's like a feather has crossed my path, so white and pure. When I first caught that feather, it was soft. Eventually it went without care, it became brittle. One day that feather broke, and I cried for hours. Then, I didn't cry at all. You only get one chance at everything, so why try anyway? It doesn't give you a pass. I'm in a dark room now, with no direction. I used to be able to pinpoint the stars, now I can barely see my feet.
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