daze
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2016
was 366 days
of dreaming,
of learning,
of reflecting,
of growing myself
into the person I long to be.
2016
was 366 days
of laughter,
of ideas,
the world in a daZe
it seems like its the end of days
the sun close u can feel it in the rays
lost child i cant get out of the maze
head high i still carry hope
even though all we was told is nope
The first day of middle school, dread and fear.
This is what started my eighth grade year.
I knew no one, not one single friend
It takes a while. Speaking. Writing. Communicating. These are all things which people take for granted. Luck. Something which does not come easily to me. Ouch! Unfortunately, this simple word is said a lot. Almost daily. Too often. Brain. Head.
My days are blurring over
Everything turning into one dark grey
The thoughts I think all different shades
Cool, Dark. Subtle, Sudden. Shocking, Gawking…
The greys chase eachother through my mind
