It is real
Sometimes it's not
Like everything else,
It seems to block
Once you fall in
You may not get up
Tons of people find it
And mess it up
Sometimes it's enough to kill
Like when sitting on a windowsill
When I do find it, my voice begins
To trill and I feel like i can run and shout
up every single hill....
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Author:
Tyler Standard (
Offline) - Published: May 4th, 2018 08:40
- Category: Love
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Comments2
a very good write!!!!!!!!!
I lived on the third floor in my first apartment and loved sitting on the
window sill and look down to the street and see people walking and cars going by.
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