My Case is different?

March 3, 2018 - Reflections
My Case is different?

When I say my case is different
All I mean is that I think about me
With not a single bit of glee
Its how I feel
Its that that’s real
And that that whirls in my mind
That saddens me
I just want to be free
But how can I,yet I feel so tied
The tears shed,have so long dried
I feel this is wrong
It makes my mood long
So I’d rather just watch
And hope the sun never sets

By Chantelle Kyendereta | Facebook

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