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Is This A Test?
written by: Victoria Maya
I'm slipping down I can feel it
Something has a grip on me
Every corner I turn, a new stone is thrown at me
I'm ducking and diving in this period of my life
I'm paying for the sins of my parents and the sins of my own
I have to pay a hefty toll.
I'm like a statue of clay not yet fired in the kiln
I am about to break up into sand
I'm chipping and falling apart
Perhaps my life is going to end
Or is this just the beginning?
My heart is like an open door
Cold wind rushing in stirring up the papers of my memories
I try to pick them up and they are out of order
My mind is like the ruins of a tornado
Structures are destroyed and yet some stand untouched
This is like when two are in a field and one is taken and the other is left behind.
Such as life and death.
How hard must one try to get ahead of the game?
Should I sink battleships to destroy my enemy?
How many hearts do I have to break before mine is unbroken?
How high do I have to climb a tree before I fall down?
Why must I live to die in the end?
Is this a test?
Or is this a quest?
Did I do my best?
It feels like my soul is under arrest.
This is why I am depressed.
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