Stop for a moment,
to breathe.
Stop for a moment,
look at the view.
As long as you run away,
problems,
regrets,
remorse,
the pains,
fears,
they chase you.
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Fear and uncertainty
Of the future.
The present,
that looks so much like the past,
with what was so precious,
the more time passes,
the more it seems lost forever …
And you can’t find the way,
the way…
Your head hurts,
go crazy.
But stop for a moment:
look at the view,
savor the moment,
feel the air
in the lungs,
before getting off
before jumping,
before rolling.
Yes, stop for a moment.
The urge,
to fix everything,
to prevent,
the evil that will come.
Stop,
stop for a second
to resume, perhaps,
a little breath.
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