Lost

by hannah   Sep 15, 2006


Weaving my way through the ups and downs of life's pit able problems
i see myself change in multiple ways
i consider ending it all so that my dejected heart doesn't become crushed
my head is twirling onto one massive wreck because of all these moronic problems
this puzzle is becoming difficult and severe
I'm not sure if i can weave myself through this anymore.

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