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Grounded
I sit here in sorrow, not wanting to wallow.
Head spinning round. Why the hell won't it shut down?
Too many thoughts, spiraling down.
Emotions are churning, like a flag set to burning.
I look to the sky and wonder why.
All I really want to do is fly.
Head spinning round. Why the hell won't it shut down?
Too many thoughts, spiraling down.
Emotions are churning, like a flag set to burning.
I look to the sky and wonder why.
All I really want to do is fly.
Published 13th Sep 2015
| Edited 14th Sep 2015
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14th Sep 2015 10:44am
nice easy read with this one though I'd suggest in the third line changing 'downward' to 'down' unless of course 'spiralling downward' is actually referring to your mood... :)
14th Sep 2015 7:47pm
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