I'm trapped in a hole
Gasping for air
Clawing my way through the dirt
Desperately searching for a way out
I'm alone in my hole
Sometimes I think I'm almost free
But then I slip
And plummet down to the bottom
I think I'll never be out of my hole
But I will always see them
With their feet dangling over the edge
Maybe one day I'll join them.
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my secret mistakes • {poetry}
PoetryThe most deeply personal thing I may ever write, from an old soul trapped in a young body. Imagine a window into my life, my unfiltered, strange and unpredictable life. These are the things I am too afraid to tell anyone. So, welcome to my mind.
