It spits a word of misfortune

The smoke billows and gathers
The lungs heave for air
The arms wave madly for assistance
The muscles begin to wear and tear

It takes not years, nor months, nor hours, nor minutes
To break a beating heart
A simple word, a mere sentence
Could make one fall apart

So, please, I dare implore,
To you, my reader, with great distress,
If you ever feel the need to break one's passion,
Then please know, emotions are a mess.

Just
please
don't
be
the
one
to
kill
one's
dreams.

you
never
know
just
how
desperate
they've
always
always
been

:')

A/N: Once again, just being emotional, as people do from time to time haha.