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The day I can be free


That day will never arrive I am stuck in a deep hole of burdens My mind glazes over with my responsibilities I may be in new places but responsibilities I left behind pop up Free? I don't know what free is What is this word you speak of? I never learned that word except when I was young I didn't have to worry about books and fees I didn't have to worry about disappointing my family Or being kicked out Or bills or anything All I had to do was live and go to school Where did the walks through grass and sunlight go? Where did the easy times go? I am a young adult but I am only 19 Do I have to be the adult already? The only day I can be free is the day when all my worries are gone That won't be for a long time That won't be until I can afford an apartment and live on my own But right now my life is spiraling out of control like a blue jay that lost it's wings
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Stormie Shadle

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