most people that know me think of me as a free spirit. i like to think that, but the truth is that i have all these ropes tying me down. the knots are so tight that i might never be free. 50 pound boulders are slowly being loosen up and i am starting to feel the difficulty to breath. staring off in space thinking of a better place to be then here, or there.
i wish i were a child again who found happiness in small things, and also would stop and smell the roses from time to time. now im not sure if my happiness is real are i just make it seem real. my false actions trick my mind and my lie will become a false truth. i soon will believe in my lies and i become fake. just like any other teenager. they become fake so they can feel they belong in this world. their spirit has become caged and waits for someone to save them and make them feel home again.
i have become a caged fake soul waiting for someone to bring me inside from the blizzard, that is going on in my head.
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