There are days I feel as though life is a drag.
A series of meaningless days dragging on for what feels to be eternity.
And then there are the days of meaning that seem to pass by in the blink of an eye.
Time can be such a frivolous thing,
yet, oh so precious.
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Too much, too little, or never enough.
PoetryA collection of poetry written in reflection of a girl who is always labeled as too much, too little, or just never enough. ---------- There was a point in my existence in wish I once longed to no longer be. I tried to talk but was instead talked ov...
