Stepping Stones
Two worlds one filled with darkness and despair, the other color and laughter.
The only thing separating cracked stepping stones.
If only they were not cracked.
I could belong to that world full of happiness, instead doomed to a colorless world.
I weep knowing I can never cross over.
There are limits to what I can do.
Wait I have no limits.
No one can put limits on you but yourself.
I can walk on the sides not cracked.
As I step into this bright world with a sun that brightens the whole sky, flowers, green grass, and the best laughter.
I look around and realize I belonged here all along.
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