i need time to get up off the floor
i need time to give up just like before
tell me: do your dreams still seem inbound?
just a simple rebound
a singular passion for the mighty
and a unfaltering hatred for the weak
confining myself to be on or the other
never taking my progress into account
could never play the victim
when all my visions come tumbling down
putting me back on the ground
i remember when i met you
i couldn't ever beat you
i couldn't ever get the best of you
so i stuck on the line, like what could i invent too?
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
