Happiness is a marathon
I am the most practiced runner
I'm always chasing a smile
I'm always hoping for hope
Yet the finish line is always out of reach
The gates have never been breached
Is it time to face a fact I hoped I'd never
I could be running
Forever
A/N: Not gonna lie this is kinda funny because I hate running and I have asthma. If I ran forever I would keel over in 5 minutes. Lol.
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The Weeping Woods
PoetryAgony in the form of stanzas, words in the form of little silent cries. I made the cover but I don't own any of the pictures. !There's also quite a bit of explicit language!
