Untittled
i try to be myself
but it just gets blown away
like a leaf
in a winters night
flowing through the air
trying to find shelter
from the neverending breeze
of crazyness
deciet and misfortune
trying to be myself
when times ae at there toughest
like an uphill battle
filled with dangers untold
and hardships unnumbered
misunderstood
why do things like this only happen to me?
these misfortunes that are so angering to me
all the madness
the anger
the pain
the suffering
will all soon come to an end
all in good time
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