stuck in a well


all I can say is where did you go , you were doing so well 

I wish you could see , if only you could tell 

that red isn't blue and blue isn't red

but to you , you decided that fish tasted like bread

 i speak in scribbles i have no story to tell 

 I had a friend until he got 

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