It is in the ball pit that I spend the most time.
I am forced to live in the ball pit, much to my dismay.
I do my best to move around in the ball pit.
The only problem is that my movements are agonizingly slow.
I try to jump from the ball pit,
There is no floor from which to jump.
All of my anxiety is contained in the ball pit.
It is the ball pit that has me in its grip
It's the ball pit that's causing me stress.
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My poems, And Random Stuff
RandomI am a soldier. I am the one that is always on the battlefield. With scratch marks, and bruises. I try to carry on, I try to see the light. I reach for my guns, to try and abolish the enemy. The ones that want me dead. But I can't anymore. I've bee...
