Desperate....
Days past like water flowing down the river,
Day after day we repeat the same routine,
If there was one particular day that I could break free from this shell,
That would be the day I'd shine.
I wake up in the morning,
Trudge down the stairs,
The morning breeze flowing in through the windows,
When I want to break away from here,
Something pulls me back,
The memories,
The past....
I can't leave them here,
I need them,
I cherish them....
When will I break away?
To where I want to go....
A desperate need,
A need to go,
I can never fulfill this,
Cause I can't let go.
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My lame lame lame rubbish crap.Lol...
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