Its a feeling we get
when everything around you falls on you, while you are in the middle surviving
nothing seems right
nothing seems strong
all that is right is that you are in the middle with no weapon to protect or power to react.
maybe, love affected the way you move your legs. maybe life killed every hope in you to survive
here or there, in the middle or not there, some of us manage to survive, some of us said: I'm the one who is suppose to rise between all this wreckage.
too bad its rare, in a world its most needed.
now to manage and survive: keep looking at whats falling on you and pray. pray to 3, God, faith, Destiny.
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note: I'm sorry if what I'm writing doesn't make sense. , we all know sometimes we write the most complicated things when we most feel them. tell me your comment .please.
