headaches run my life

waking up doing the same old

routine

who am i?

where am i going?

working hard to feel better

resting to gain consiousness

i'll be myself soon

up in the clouds

prancing on perfect cotton

this is all i want to feel

happiness is kicking in

sorrow isn't an option

i want to go forward in this life

never backward

those moments are called mistakes

they're stepping stones en route to

growing up

maturation

it's my plan to get what i want

i'm constricted in previous happy times

i want to re-create them

i musn't fall behind

to the future i will climb

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