From a distance, we looked like shooting stars.the stars that everyone wishes upon, wishing for the thingsthey dream of.They could also be.
But everything's a lie, we know who we really are.deep inside we are not the stars that shine above...But the dirt that we walk beneath our feet.We are not the stars that people see,comparing us to the shooting the starsthey see in the sky.Everyone likes to make up their storyOf what others may be like. Then they resent you for it.They start talking bad about you,say how much of a bad person you are.Only based on how they see and feel about things.
Oh, how they are so wrong, So blindedClosed minded. I don't mind. Let them be...
- Written on June 30th, 2018
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Cassiie Etienne
28 years old. I have been writing for as long as I could remember. For some reason writing was the only way I could express myself when I was younger and it still is one of the best ways I express myself.
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