I run fast and hard to evict caging, I've been caged so long that I hate to page on anybody's main paging when they turn them keep to write on them daily, then my quill is yet never ready for my page turning ...
I grow up with the will to wheel my feelings but my feelings come to wheel my matters right before I can come to notice ...
I try to leak my feelings through my Mama for she only understands me when right about things but others wise the cries to put me out of traps that set my bedding; yet that makes me meaning living and trying to change up and face it how it turns to make it weather better!
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