than the flaws in ourselves.
we stumble through life,
pretending we can fly,
never realizing…
that we can!
what matters?
ask yourself today!
our actions
(and our actions within)
speak for us!
the sands trickle
without restraint.
forever doors unopened,
or closing…
what do we want,
what do we need…
more than?
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