The hardest thing to handle
It seems
Is that the things which bring me solace
Don't come naturally to me
I waste my days away
Waiting patiently
For a habit or a hobby
That will instantly set me free
I sit and I stir with anxiety
And I hope faithfully
But I have found nothing
And nothing will find me
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
The hardest thing to handle
It seems
Is that the things which bring me solace
Don't come naturally to me
I waste my days away
Waiting patiently
For a habit or a hobby
That will instantly set me free
I sit and I stir with anxiety
And I hope faithfully
But I have found nothing
And nothing will find me
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