2d
Life is a mess
That sometimes can't be cleaned
People can be soap
Or a rag
Or a towel
You wipe up life with them
And it helps a bit
Unfortunately
Some of them were *****
And spread it all over
Instead of cleaning it up
Like they said they would
That sometimes can't be cleaned
People can be soap
Or a rag
Or a towel
You wipe up life with them
And it helps a bit
Unfortunately
Some of them were *****
And spread it all over
Instead of cleaning it up
Like they said they would
Parents are supposed to help and love unconditionally, not be the reason for the mess. Friends are supposed to support you without judgment. Teachers are supposed to make you love learning. My head shouldn't be going against itself by making me think such things.
(This note was written by a neverending staircase, when will you reach the top?)
(This note was written by a neverending staircase, when will you reach the top?)
(13/F/NJ/silently screaming)
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