I’m stuck

I’m stuck in colder weather,

i can handle the cold

I’m stuck in a bottle ganging for air, Can’t get any air (dying inside the bottle)

I’m stuck in the past no way out

I’m stuck in the middle of pain and happiness

 

 

 

 

 

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