by Cait Lonsdale

My scuffed up chucks, they talked to me,
Told me a story, why couldn't I see?
Of a boy so lost that he couldn't breathe,
Life was a mountain and he couldn't be,
What everyone wanted, he was the key,
Faded writing and I couldn't agree,
Argued with logic and didn't believe,
So now I guess I'll just sit here and seethe
Wearing these chucks as they talk to me.

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