peter pan
if life's going to be like this the rest of my existence
or if life gets any worse than this,
it seems that there's no sense in waking up to another day.
busy searching for the rescuer
from being dragged and drowned by life,
i ceased breathing.
but aren't we all crying "save me"?
so, who's left to to do the heroic act?
good thing, hope, no matter how small that is i have,
blindly drives me to meet the sun and kiss the morning dew.
the inner spark still tries hard to keep me warm and
a lil wackiness gives me the right dose of chill.
wendy.
tinker bell.
bring me back to never never land.
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