being alive is oh-so tiring.
don't you agree?
i raise my hand,
my teacher doesn't call on me.
remember the old lady down the street?
that used to make brewed, black tea?
she doesn't hear
or
see me.
i drag myself to stay alive
but it gets harder and harder to survive.
i just wanna be happy and free,
buzz away like a little bumblebee.
as i lick off the delicious vanilla cake frosting,
i remind myself;
being alive, is oh-so exhausting.
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ghosts → txt
Fanfictionno voice, no face, no presence. in this cruel, cruel world... they all feel like ghosts.