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Too Rich I tried tucking in this shirt But it's just too big Picking up these dreams of Trying to fill these empty sleeves. A pocket full of hopes Now lint ridden and torn Carry on...just Carry on. Tried filling this skin Finding it just won't fit Either I'm too small or this world is too big. Either way you look at it I'm losing my time I think I've already lost my place in line. Carry on Carry on They tell me to just Carry on... My hearts too big, Or it just feels too much These sleeves cover my hands... Or I'm afraid to touch. Love is at a distance Evil to obtain... Searching for the gold In a room full of the same. Carry on... They say you can never be too rich. Carry on... Well, that's my only wish.
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©Denise Angela Celeste
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