I am not free
I wonder, 'Will I ever'
I hear the calls of grace
I see it crystal clear
I want to reach up
I am not trying
I pretend I've reached the hand
I feel their judging eyes
I touch the light rain drops
I worry I'm not fine
I cry tears of acid
I am slowly dying inside
I understand I must smile
I say I'll think it through
I dream, one day my wish will come true
I try to reason with my demons
I hope they'll understand
I am who I am
Read from the bottom up, it's even more sad.
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RandomThis is a sequel to Something To Read When You're Bored. I won't put any of my personal life stuff in it this time. Feel free to point out my mistakes if I make any. Thanxs for giving this a read, and I really do hope you like this. I am here to tal...
