My world just feels like a never ending maze. Every new corner I turn, the walls just keep building on forever. Every door I walk out of or through, there are always new doors. So many I have no idea which one to choose. I feel like every night I'll wake up, stuck in that hopeless state. Where I feel like I'll be awake forever and night will never end. Every day I'm so happy until one thing and I want it all to end. Maybe I'm bipolar. Every day feels so hard. I had a million dreams and a million crushed.
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Plain Jane
PoesiaWhy are you so plain? Hmm? Plain, you're plain. 💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧 Poetry by yours truly.
