Nothing is exciting.
Everything is temporary.
The dark mystic fairy,
Who once cared about everything. I spend
Almost all my time
Worrying about the past.
I wish I could slow it down,
Everything happens too fast.
Life is all work and hardly
Ever play. It gets harder and harder by the day, Wishing I could find the right people,
Who know the right words
To say. There comes a point
Where this fairy stops caring;
She will try new things even
If it appears daring. She is not
Afraid to take risks, she was built for this. All these problems that arise in her mind, are all observations she has come to find. Who could really care about anything, unless there was a time you dropped everything ? and cared about nothing at all.
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