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I'm a stranger in a strange land
Trudging through hills of sand
My stomach swallows my chest
My hands quaver in protest, as
My legs beg to rest
But the sand does not end
I bite my lips knowing the truth
I must face the desert and pretend
that the wind does not pelt punches every which way I turn
and every which way I go that the sun does not burn
So I wrap my self in my arms
So I catch the last drop of water
So I hum my favorite tune,
and trudge through
Again and again
edit: formatting issues fixed on its own no complaint there. So I just took out that begining complaint about my formatting issues.
Last edited by Not_here; June 9th 2015 at 03:43 AM.
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
This is awesome! I really like the topic you compared your feelings to.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
You did a really good job on this and it isn't "meh" in the slightest. I really liked this part:
Quote:
I bite my lips knowing the truth
I must face the desert and pretend
that the wind does not pelt punches every which way I turn
and every which way I go that the sun does not burn