Growing up
She had huge goals
To be an important person
And comfort souls.
Later in life
Her goals started to change
She just wanted to be happy
In a world that's so strange.
She started to give up
She stopped trying, sadly
She started to believe
Her life would end badly.
And as life goes on
With a fake smile on her face
Each day she is dying
At a slow and steady pace.
•breaking casey•
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PoesiaWelcome to the depth of my mind Forgive me if you peak inside. Just my thoughts and poems while I'm fighting writers block and this thing called life. Enjoy.
