Stair-Ways
The stairways in my life are different at every step of my day

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The stairways in my life are different at every step of my day. Whether it's going up or down or just round and around I cannot figure it anymore. Where do the steps take me? When will I finish the 'one step at a time'.
The stairways in my life are different at every step of my day. Whether it's going up or down or just round and around I cannot figure it anymore. Where do the steps take me? When will I finish the 'one step at a time'.
A sweet treat using buy-up staples.
Tired from being told what to do. I am tired of love, tired of being deemed guilty, tired of my own remorse. I am tired of my own self-doubt, my own shadows and especially tired of my own face.
Hate’s a strong word, but for you it’s reserved. I hate what you’ve taken from me, my parents, my childhood and my glee.
My blue eyes look so drained, but I’m strong, I’ll make it through.