The cycle

by Ashley Greening   Jul 5, 2004


A million thoughts run through my mind,
Shapes and colors undefined.
Why is it so hard to keep on track?
When the only direction you go is back.
You digress into the depths of despair,
After a while you choose not to care.
Losing sight, losing hope.
Each day is one less to cope.
All in all you'll be fine,
It's just going to take some time.

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