Our Problems
It's sad
This little part of the world I'm
living on
And I feel like there are so
many problems connected here
And I think
Maybe if I move away these
problems
These problems
They will evaporate
Like smoke through my fingers
But
These problems aren't
connected to the place we are
But are the thought and actions
we are connected to
Our ball and chain
Latched to our legs and buried
in the skin of our bodies
They stay there
Forever
Copyright © Light Yagami | Year Posted 2014
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