The play we call life

I’m so tired, I feel battered, dreams shattered in a million pieces, broken and beaten, my heart cut open, the world feels cold and I’m lost in it’s whirlwind, I can’t keep up, these maze of emotions from the abyss, I open my mouth to speak but butterflies fly to the chuckles of my unwanted audience, their vacant stares without mercy, I shrink down like an ant, unnoticeable to the foot from the sky to stomp me from above, smashing me into oblivion, never to be seen and heard from again. The short shelf life of a second bit player in this charade of a play that I was unwillingly cast in. Exit stage left, the curtain closed, the sound of the audience in loud applause, good night, this will be our last show…

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