It must be nice ...
To sleep and know you never let down someone, wake up and be sure you never left behind someone.
When you move forward knowing you never stepped over someone.
When you smile knowing you never made someone cry.
And you climb up knowing you never let someone fall.
To build without crushing someone, or to heal without hurting someone.
To choose not to force someone, and to burn not to fade.
Until...
All of them let you down, they leave you behind and step over you.
They make you cry and let you fall, they crush your soul and hurt your feelings.
Eventually they force you to fade.
And yet you put on a shredded mask, even when your world had turned upside down, even when the hell rises and turns up, you gather courage shards that cut your heart to stay alone and alive.
I'm coming for you, before you become one of them.
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