I just crave to be normal, yet wild and free. I want to make memories, until my life is debris. I wish the best for everyone, whomever it may be. As I write this poem, I hope it makes you smile. I hope reading this poem is considered worthwhile. Just don't judge me by the way I dress. Why must I always hope for the best? It's such a disappointment, to say the least. Why must I always leave someone ELSE pleased? I hate my life, I really do. So why must I clutch onto it, Clutch onto YOU? You abuse your own blood, you break us down. Then my mind starts to flood, in my own thoughts I drown. As I sit in this eternal water prison, I think about the things might be missing. I think about the adrenaline of pure joy. But then I think about how you can be so, so coy. Why do you do this to me? Why do I still try?
Why do you always have to make me cry?
I finish this poem with a sign-off from me.
It's only a few years.
You've got this, Lori.
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