The world is spinning to fast
I watch through the window,
Their happiness will not last
Taking a break to soothe the ache
Of the people I know finding their place
Resting my head upon the seat
My conscious resting in too deep
I have taken my place in the line
I will not be distracted this time
I peek over the gate
My curiosity will not wait
A force holds me back
From leaving my past
A gentle old woman tugs my arm
Preventing me from leaving harm
The woman holds a warm, wide smile
Happiness can be found every once in a while
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Poetry
PoetryI am just going to write some of my poetry in this, it's very personal poetry that may be triggering btw
