Trying to see the joy,
I want to brush the pain.
I want to be the boy,
With happiness in his vein.
Where do I go,
How do I start.
When will I know
To follow my heart.
I want to go places
But I’m stuck
Stuck like braces
And a sitting duck.
I need answers
I need to get up and move.
Just like dancers
Dancing to the groove.
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Author:
Dysthymia (
Offline) - Published: February 20th, 2018 04:40
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Great lines: I need to get up and move.
Just like dancers
Dancing to the groove.
I appreciate the support. Thank you for reading.
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