Count the clouds, girl.
Count the days you spent
As their most precious possession,
Their sole focus before
Something new drew their eyes.
You will have time.

You deserved a better part,
Better lines; to be
The protagonist of your
Own story rather than
A placeholder for destiny.

Count the steps, girl.
Count every stone of this
Accursed place you pass
As you climb to the highest
Place you can plant your feet,
The furthest point from
The earth to which
You must fall.

08/25/2025

Posted on 10/29/2025
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