jadoresamantha
I don't know much about trenches. I guess I'm kind of in one right now. In a life trench, that's kind of impossible to get out of. An unmotivated, sticky life trench.
As the train derailed the passengers flailed their arms in an attempt to catch the falling golden sphere. They lurched and wobbled and splayed their arms, but it was to no avail. The golden sphere was lost, crushed beneath the train's locomotive, never to be retrieved.
standing
is all i ever do
so passive
so submissive
i stand for injustice
i stand for what is wrong
well it's time that i starting standing
up
i will stand up for my beliefs
i will stand up for myself
i won't stand for passitivity and submission
i will stand up