Stuck

by 777   Nov 8, 2008


River beaneth my feet
Flowing so free
Unlike me
Stuck in a world
That dose not understand
No one around to lisen or give a helping hand
Stuck in this place
Unabel to move
Am I worth it
That I can not prove
On the inside I cry
Why people pass by
Slowly watching
As I die

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