I've forgotten the feeling of not worrying,
the constant feeling of not being in despair
in a constant cycle of feeling like everyone is out against you
wanting you to fail
it's like walking on a tight rope, dangling 600 feet in the air
trying to keep yourself collected, "don't mess up"
all eyes in the world are on you
they almost hope you mess up, just to watch you fall
and land on the tight rope again, dangling 600 feet in the air
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The Girl Saved Herself (All By Herself)
PoezjaA collection of my feelings and thoughts through poetry and short stories. Some content may be sensitive and triggering to some.
