Life

April 17, 2016

I just wanna break down and

cry most the time because of my life.

I wanna run away or just run until I can’t anymore.

I wanna do things I shouldn’t think of doing.

I hate my life and wanna change it soo bad,

but then I’d lose out on some great memories I have.

Some real bad times I’d love to change,

but I won’t I’m still here standing here.

Waiting for my next great memory to come.

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