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drifting through the air waiting waiting waiting for the ground to burst up and hit me like the punch of relief and happiness but it never comes the winds of distrust continue to reside and never let go of me like a mother clinging to her child in a big hug let me go i long for happieness the thing that finds almost everyone but me the tears fall like the leaves waiting waiting waiting to hit the ground where there is a utopia of happieness without sorrow pain lies and distrust where not even your dearest family can trust you and toilets seem rather welcoming can't it just be over can't it all just stop can't everything just be perfect? or am i cursed to a life of despair where i am not loved and no one forgives me for the mistakes that i have made? do the dear love me? does anyone? so many unanswered questions waiting waiting waiting for the answers to come no answers are coming anytime soon these are the times i hate being a teenager and wish i could be five when the world was perfect and my mommy loved me
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
sadness
drifting through the air waiting waiting waiting for the ground to burst up and hit me like the punch of relief and happiness but it never comes the winds of distrust continue to reside and never let go of me like a mother clinging to her child in a big hug let me go i long for happieness the thing that finds almost everyone but me the tears fall like the leaves waiting waiting waiting to hit the ground where there is a utopia of happieness without sorrow pain lies and distrust where not even your dearest family can trust you and toilets seem rather welcoming can't it just be over can't it all just stop can't everything just be perfect? or am i cursed to a life of despair where i am not loved and no one forgives me for the mistakes that i have made? do the dear love me? does anyone? so many unanswered questions waiting waiting waiting for the answers to come no answers are coming anytime soon these are the times i hate being a teenager and wish i could be five when the world was perfect and my mommy loved me
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
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