The world might be a hard flight, but it forms a golden
mile. Sometimes this golden mile may
become shaded, and everything becomes faded, and there is a feeling of
frustration.
Sometimes the world around you might seem like a lie, but
those lies help you fly in the long run.
Even though the shadows always point at you like a paparazzi, you come
out like a superior statue. The shadows
will diminish with age and time. You then turn curses around you like they’re
your own blessings, and not your own messings.
As time goes on, you become a golden statue, and the ones
that laughed at you are now as thin as a stick.
The world is now your oyster, despite what you endured. You have now conquered the golden mile.
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