Asking for help
- Zoléna
- Mar 25, 2020
- 1 min read
I wasn't feeling it, inspiration wasn't lit, I felt like I would sit, and all the rest I'd skip. Overwhelmed by boredom, only felt like brooding. Then you showed your stardom, to reignite my doing. I asked you for your hand, you gladly joined my band. You swooped me through the land, so that I could stand. I will not forget, that if it's help I need, then asking might just get me from troubles freed. topic request by "Animality"
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