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Falling

People fall In different ways. Some people Fall hard And fast With wide-open Eyes. Some people fall slowly And don’t realize it Until they’ve hit The bottom. Others pretend, They pretend To fall And jump out of the way So they can watch The rest of the world Tumble down the edge. I never understood How people Could start falling Then grow wings Or reverse gravity And fly back out Before they hit bottom. And why Do some people Never hit The bottom? What makes them so special? And why do others Scale back up the cliff As easily as taking a walk? Why do certain people Take days Weeks Months Even years To climb out On

My Heart by CrystaledEmbers, literature

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My Heart

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How to be a proper evil mastermind

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One Syllable Story

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Paths by CrystaledEmbers, literature

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Paths

As I stepped onto the path, the sun faded. The sun was supposed to set soon already, but it looks like it was dusk already. I looked around me for something familiar, but all I could see was the dark outline of trees and a faint path forward. Turning back would’ve been the bright idea, but my legs we’re having none of it. Something about this place seemed eerily familiar, and if the time hadn’t changed so rapidly, I might have thought I was still taking a walk at home. “No way but forward.” I mutter and trudge through the snow. Most of the trees protected me from the snow, but with no wind, it sank to the groun

Creative Writing- Bridges by CrystaledEmbers, literature

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Creative Writing- Bridges

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