i went home and cried
my head is getting
too heavy for my
feet to walk
and i wish someone
would see the
dirt from the drags
of my feet
and hold my head
up high for me
and i could finally
see the future,
not the ground
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poetry
Poetrypoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
