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Poetry

Somewhere, somehow. A girl, will chose to end herself. Upon silly and useless wishes Stupid intentions. My feet don't know gravity, I'm floating :):

Too Far Gone.

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by Cynitha

by Cynitha

Stuck in a symphony of silence, vibrant but it's quiet.

I'm childish to feel all grown up, no maturity in being defiant.

I'll stay stagnant, cause my mind ain't working

so I might as well be dead.

Don't. Want. To. Deal.

But the time keeps ticking, too slow to get up again.

When it's flight or fight, I always end up flying cause my head is stuck in the clouds.

Now, look at me now. Look at me now.

Too far gone to see the ground.