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One Night

That one night I spent
At the bottom of those stairs
Made me realise
That the little things are all that we have.

That one night I spent
Away from all I have
Lowest of the low
Inches above the dust on the ground

That one night I spent
The one decision I made
Changed everything
All I was and all I am inside

That one night I spent
Listening to those hurtful words
Made me think
That life is not always the same

That one night I spent
Thinking about the cure to all this pain
I was blind
Ignoring the little things in my life

That one night I spent
At the bottom of those stairs
Made me realise
That the little things are all that we have.

promee

@promee

I am 14 and living in London. A very extrovert person, always up for some fun. Love writing poetry:)

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