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Drip Drop

Drip drop drip drop.

The sink has been stuck on a constant repeat.

The beat follows the tempo of the heart the mind the soul.

Drip drop drip drop

Each drop racing down to splash on the rock hard surface

There is no stopping the inevitable.

The splash will occur.

The fall will define you.

Every decision changes us.

The Good and the bad.

But how are you going to react

Splash on the surface and never come back

Or rise to become the best version of you.
We may be as doomed as water to hit the surface.

But we only truly crumble when we let the splash be our end.

 

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