| 27 Reasons to Quit Smiling |
Word spinning on a tilt
so much to absorb,
so many new things...
Hold my hand,
I'm slipping again
I need something to hold on to
something to stabilize.
I could be a million happy's
to let go of what I have
no more reasons to go insane
no more reasons to cry at night
except what is missing,
what I remembered the most
what I brought with me
This world is big,
new, churning with ideas
and setting me off in every way
too much to comprehend
hold my hand...
be familiarity.
be comfort.
be anything.
just be here.
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