stuck
how I absolutely hate being someone i don’t want to be
doing things and going to places i don’t want to see
don’t get me wrong i want to see everything
i want to see everything and never be hid from the truth
but i don’t want to be in a place i’ve been before doing the things i’ve accomplished prior, j want to be a
tryer
we all feel that way so why do we stay?
why have we given up on the fight
forgone what we know is right
surpassed our capability of might
stuck stuck stuck
old food in our mouths
our shoes on the ground
not doing things and going places we want to see
not being the person we want to be.
stuck stuck stuck
well cut it out!
get that food out your mouth!
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