May is a month of blossoming roses and days of clouds and rain
Trickling feelings of sorrow are felt as we are kept in the house again
Separation from humanity is the emotion crying out
Fear of unknown territory, treacherous thoughts shout
There is no end to feeling, we wish there was but no,
School's just a task at hand with a job on the side to tow
The earth has shaken, the world is unsound, a question theres bound to be
Of how to get out and be happy, of how to see life with glee.














Devious Comments
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"How did we get here?"
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Unknown to the world, but deep in the forest... tiptoes delicate, tiny feet the size of bee's knees.
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Unknown to the world, but deep in the forest... tiptoes delicate, tiny feet the size of bee's knees.
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Unknown to the world, but deep in the forest... tiptoes delicate, tiny feet the size of bee's knees.
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"How did we get here?"
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Unknown to the world, but deep in the forest... tiptoes delicate, tiny feet the size of bee's knees.
Thank you though
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"How did we get here?"
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