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Inevitable Life

Inexorable 🌸

By Ridhima MalhotraPublished 5 years ago • 2 min read
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What used to be white is now darker than black.

Kind of like snow on a dirty path. Beautiful from afar, but only beautiful like that.

Is it just the absence of color, or am I deceiving my mind?

Cause my shadows are splitting, I think they're leaving my side.

I hear them calling, but I don't wanna fall behind.

My feet are slowing down, I can't keep up with time. I'm screaming so loud, can someone hear me tonight? Is there an exit on a path like this or is this just the inevitable part of life?

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Am I being erased now? Are you taking me out of the system?

Cause I don't wanna scream tonight,

I don't want to cry again,

I don't want to think about dying,

I don't want to think about anything.

I'm crashing down, can't hear a thing, I'm down to my last minute, before something catches me.

Laying on my back, I feel arms beneath my body. Not just one, but more like 40.

Leaning up, coughing the world's poison from my throat, I wiped my lips real quick and looked all around.

I'm too confused—who are all of you?

*Well you were so focused on what was falling apart in front of you that you couldn't see you were leading a pack. All you had to do was turn around and open your eyes. We wanted you to look at us, we even called your name. There are others like you, and we're all in pain. We look up to you, so we followed your determination. We knew you were looking to feel better, and we all want the same. It didn't take long, until we found where you were going, we are the ones who grabbed you seconds before committing. We took you aside, because we wanted you to see us. We still need you, and admire your guidance. Even though you tried to leave, we want to remind you, that leaving won't take the pain away—just you. Not everyone shows it, but inside, we're all hurting. Death isn't the end of pain, rather it's another beginning. So just know you're not alone, cause the person next to you might not have wanted to wake up either. They may not be hurting in all the same ways you are, but just look at them, and carry that feeling in your heart. For there is no end to this, and no cure at all, because we were born with emotional abilities that not only hurt us, but make us better.❤

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