Stumbling

By TheShyAssassin

Wed, 23 Oct 2019
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Wander. Wonder. Aimlessly.
Drift.
It's OK. You can. We all do.
And nobody gets hurt.
The loveless walk freely through the forest.
Only the lucky ones stumble.
A tree stump or a hole they should have filled.
And in the dirt they find a compass.
And the needle points to redemption.
So many miles away.
So you’re lucky.
But are you brave?
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