I am lost in this puddle of doubt,
I am trying to escape the thickness of sorrow which makes up the fog,
As the fog becomes darker
The puddle becomes deeper
Making me sink more and more under it all
The puddle was once just a rain drop
The fog just gas
Since I am now stuck in this puddle suffocating with despair,
I hold my head high to reach the passing air.
I'm trying to crawl back out as strong as I can
To push the fog away
And to fill in the puddle,
I know that one day I will end up here again
But I need to learn now how to get out, by myself not needing any help.
So when the time comes for it to replay, I will easily spring back to myself and know how to close up the whole in the ground.
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I'm Georgia from Ireland so that means I'm a drunk leprechaun!!XD. Tรก mรฉ cuig blian deag d'aois(I'm 15)!
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