Why am I so slow
What caused this wind to blow
Why am I so tired
Why is the fence of my mind wired
It can be prevented
But, it has to be mended
It didn’t turn out to be easy
Why did this world become so lazy
It is bad, why?
It is cunning as a spy
It is so horrifying to look
When did I open this book
Why am I out of luck
Where am I stuck
I wanna get free
But, I don’t wanna plea
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Author:
Vee Ess (
Offline) - Published: July 30th, 2023 06:31
- Category: Short story
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