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The tears arent even sadness anymore
Its anger that becomes sadness
I look up at the blue sky
Wonderin how far the white clouds are
If I could touch them
Lay on them
How easy it is to be a part of the sky
How quick the clouds
The birds
Will be near
Could be near
Anxiety buildin from the anger
Shakin hands
Talk of the same pain
Gettin bored hearin the same song
Stuck on repeat for more than a decade
Feelin like people still walkin all over me
Dont wanna start consistently lashin out
Its gettin there I think
I just got alot to say
Alot on my mind
Tired of toleratin
Tired of sayin tired
I dont know what else to say

© 2021 Chelsea Charlotten

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