Drowning in the clouds,
Burning in the sun.
Burn me into ashes,
This ain't fun.Look at my feet,
They're bruised of standing strong,
I'm turning off the heat,
I'm melting for it's been long.All these clothes are wet,
not of tears or water,
They're soaked up in sweat,
Cause I'm tired of trying harder.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from an old diary
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