So many things in life are free
Just how hard could it be
Living it should be simple really
Yet constantly falling off, nearly
Shaking and forgetting to breathe
If only you knew hell had been freed
Silently ending up toxic to self
And to others, man and elf
In the end the tripping up is feared
You grow up and get reared
Yet somehow falling back into the pit
Coz the circle of life is thus.
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Me.
PoetryThese were all on my Instagram... (plus some new ones) Then I began feeling something about it... I'm a quiet kid... always... but how did I put it all out... I didn't want the attention... I liked when I was of some help to anyone out there... some...
