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Fresh 16 my life was great, license, car, fuel in my tank.A simple question asked of my mother flipped my world like to fucking otherHer eyes told me the answer, the one I did not want to hearand this began the best and yet worst of my yearTo the
A knock comes at my door
But I’m absorbed.
They ask to come back, reality calls
But I’m not ready to leave my nap; to fall
I’m absorbed in this fake reality
It’s a burning need
My supposed friend, you didn't invite me to your birthday party
My supposed friend, you yearn for me only for homework or quiz answers
My supposed friend, you are the bane of my insecurity
Passion is what I feel,
hope is what keeps me feeling alive.
Alive with the many journeys that take place in my life;
Faith is what keeps me happy.
The thing I need,
is what I fear the most.
Hidden behind trees of regret,
lost in a forest of worry
and need.
I need
freedom,
liberation,
and space,
