up or down, which way am i going.
up or down, i dont think im growing.
up or down, i am unknowing.
up or down, this is the last showing.
down or up, no way to tell.
down or up, mind is spinning like a carousel.
down or up, what must i give.
down or up, its hard to live.
up or down?
About the Creator
Angel Howlter
hi im angel
im 15
im a very unskilled poet
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