Poem #1

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(A/N: Most of these poems won't have names, so I'll be putting "Poem #" and the number of that poem. Also, if you have an idea of what the name of the poem should be, please comment down.)

I'm busy almost everyday
So life's getting harder for me
I pretend I'm fine in a way
You don't need to worry about me
I like to be alone
It always helps me think
I'm not made a stone
I just let my thoughts sink
But when I'm surrounded
I can't breathe
I feel like I'm grounded
Six feet underneath
I feel the walls closing in
But then again the walls are just paper thin

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