Slowly
I hate all the little things that start my hurt. Juggling. They annoy me so much. Slowly, I lean towards being happy. Dancing right for a quiet change. You finally get to see my lies brought to truths. Magicaly, every jump turns into a saddned walk home. My walks stop. Turning into runs. I catch some z's. Trying to be all sparkly, but I can't move anymore. Slowly I am drowning in my yearling hurt. So oft upon my waiting. Playfully you laugh. I do not join. Slowly my strife turns away from me. Go back to the love I felt. It excells slowlt to my sad comeback. With every breath, I engage inside slowly feeling depressed. Sorry to distrub the love. Up and away I fly. Slowly, acknowledging the faces. Look by the river. I have come to get help. But, they say they cannot. So I am slowing downUntil I reach the ground
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