When it rains it pours..
Like slamming doors life's holding me back saying you can't go.
So full of disappointments like it's trapping me in a cage going through life all I ever do is age.
Thing after thing is adds up leaving me a empty bottle of dust.
If God is in control then why does life feel like such a toll? playing roles, fake smiles and acting like im fine but really in life I'm just making up some lines.
Trying to find since but the waters so dense I can't swim to the top to figure it out so I just drown in the doubt.
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Author:
Becca Nieman (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 4th, 2018 21:44
- Category: Sad
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Welcome to MPS, Becca.
'Playing roles, fake smiles' welcome to life too! For many, writing is an outlet to help them cope with this life. Here you can be who you are, we don't judge or criticize. And you have artistic freedom, no fake smiles necessary!
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