Feelings poor out of a pile of nothingness.
Walking through the halls.
Dodging streamlining jewels,
Bypassing the talk of money.
I walk past it all never looking back.
There is no holding back.
Doors swing open,
Cold air rushes, only pushing me forward.
I walk away from the drama, those fools.
I leave them behind.
They're now the worthless pieces of nothingness held down btu the empty heart conversations and usless arguments.
Im gone free to fly away like the magical shining piece of dust i am.
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