It often seems as if life is just
Creeping around corners,
Trying not to get caught.
About pushing each boundary
To its breaking point,
Watching the pieces crumble and shatter.
Tip toeing
And your toes start to bleed
From the shards of your life on the floor.
Taking the moments you know
You’re meant to die,
Yet you’re somehow still alive.
Until you become
Invincible.
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