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When did I start feeling this way?
When did I stop the fun play?
I was just a girl running around,
But I guess it hits you and keeps you down.
No mercy on the young,
No mercy on the old.
It doesn’t care about you,
It wants to put your positive energy on hold.
Running out of tears on the outside,
But you continue crying on the inside.
It can’t be heard and it can’t be seen,
It wears a mask to be keen.
It portrays you as a liar,
It leaves you with no desire.
Then gravity pulls you deep down,
Until the only expression you have is a frown.
Maybe I am lazy, maybe it is true.
At least that’s what they see and think,
They’ll never understand that you are sick.
About the Creator
Anna-Belle
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