Things aren't fading as fast
All my worries in the world start to last
They start to catch up
Dig up cruel memories of my past
I watch and sigh with relief
It feels nice to finally walk on broken glass
The pieces are scattered about
No reconciliation from where they were once from
I feel delicate and light
Achy and pressured
My thoughts linger then leave
I'm trying to get them back
But they can no longer be received
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Give Me Life
PoetryA bunch of poems and shit. There probably really stupid but they're true. If you can relate to them that's great and I'm sorry.
