Cycling


Cycling up then down,
Feeling as though I air then back I the ground,
Never can fully control,
Since the piece are gone that they stole,
Who are they and what did they take?
Those who faked caring then left with pieces of my heart and soul that a complete person can they make,
Sorrow rush to fill the empty space,
For the memories I cannot erase

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The cycle of downing thoughts.