A Work In Progress

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So I'm writing a poem. It's not done yet but.... Here goes.

Also it's not nearly done it needs some cleaning up and rearranging.

Sometimes I feel like I cant breathe / Like there's a darkness deep inside of me

The thing about life is everyone is stressing / over things they can't control while they're trying to clean up messes

And maybe if I go down further I'll be able to reach the top / because once you hit rock bottom you can only go back up

My head is getting foggy as these words are coming out / they say it's hard to express your feelings and I see that without a doubt

I think that we test boundaries so that / if we fall we know there'll be a wall there to catch us

(a/n I'm not done with the middle part but I have an idea on how I might end it.)

And when the end is said and done / will we look up to the sun

Let my worries succumb to a society of hate / Maybe I'll she light in the pain that hope was situated with

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