i should be resting
the bustling cars changed to windy fields
i should be thriving
finally safe to take off the mask of secrecy
but why can i hear the injustice louder
the farther i go
why do i feel the call even stronger
when i just let go
is it not my dream to be free
the happy-go-lucky
yet it still feels like I’m pretending
the pain is alive somewhere, beating
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 2:29 AM UTC
i should be resting
the bustling cars changed to windy fields
i should be thriving
finally safe to take off the mask of secrecy
but why can i hear the injustice louder
the farther i go
why do i feel the call even stronger
when i just let go
is it not my dream to be free
the happy-go-lucky
yet it still feels like I’m pretending
the pain is alive somewhere, beating
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