My Mind
I live in the past not the present
My mind repeats the unpleasant
This place callled earth I try to figure out
When I get closed I get knocked down
I play on the safe side so I don't get hurt
I take no risk, Im not as brave as I look
I live in the past not the present
Im in a lonely place that is not pleasant.
My brain is chain waiting for freedom
~By: Eva Toth
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