I feel trapped.
The truth and semi truth give the same response so whats the point of speaking at all.
Age doesn't matter.
Nor what I do.
I just want to be anywhere but here.
Someone elses' home is more like home than my own and it should be that way.
But when I try to change that outlook my ideas are pushed away.
I have other places to be but my work is down here.
Money sucks! Cause it's the only thing keeping me here.
Savannah, Georgia in September....
but for now I'm stuck,
I can't even describe this place anymore.
I just know the tears are getting old.
#A Weed Stuck in the Ground.
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