Sitting here; I can't fight back
Trampled as the water hits me
The wind blows my dust ev'rywhere
As I wish I could just be happy
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Real Poetry
PoetryA poetry book with REAL poetry, not what society has labeled as poetry. Like this type of fake poetry. Or this type of fake poetry. It's just a few sentences. It doesn't even rhyme!
Trampled
Sitting here; I can't fight back
Trampled as the water hits me
The wind blows my dust ev'rywhere
As I wish I could just be happy
