I wish for things no one can give me No not for money or clothes only a key. A key to unlock a door. A door to give me a safe way to the floor.
I wish for eyes that love me. Eyes that wont hurt me in the mirror I plea. So maybe I can find something to love, in a girl who’s always there the one I want be rid of.
I wish for thoughts that don’t hurt So maybe I can become an extrovert. Maybe I could talk more without slamming into a closed door. I wish I could be happy again, maybe then I could fit in. Mostly I want to love who I am But I can’t so into the ground I slam
Once on Easter, I wished lord Jesus: Oh Christ, I want a beautiful land and lots of goodness with glorious sand let the sand be of any brand but there should be no discrimination in your land for several lever
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