stalemate
put me on hold
because you know i
will be there
let me go
but you know
i'm too scared
reality creeps
from under the bed sheets
my bleeding heart
my wishful mind
the sun rises
and fuck
i'm almost 25
and
never
felt
less
alive
rhyming and repetition...my mental stitching. ramble on.
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