Nothing has been real
In the past six months.
The days, the nights,
They do not exist.
For the first time in my life
I feel like something was
Taken away from me.
I donβt know how to deal with it.
I have yet to let it go.
I have been pulling a rope on one end,
Life on the other.
Life will let me pull forever,
Till I let go.
How many times can I hear the word βNoβ?
Like a little girl with two ponytails,
I stomp my feet on the ground.
Like she wants a lollipop,
I want This love.
I am stubborn.
This sweet, comforting taste
Is making me act crazy.
How many times can I hear the word βNoβ?
Like life isnβt thrilled by my pulling,
Like a lollipop doesnβt care of a girlβs craving,
You donβt mind my yearning or my love.

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