Breaking Point
I'm pulled to breaking piont, this way and that,
i swear, ij ust can't take it
sio musch to do
cant
even mak corrections
canrt
go backanf Fix the maeess i keep making
coffe
codffee
coffee just
need to s l o w d o w n
please give me time
everything is passingso quuckly, i can'y keep up
whTt do i do whattdo ido?!?!
I feel weight collapsing,
Jist sa I'mstarting to find
my feet,
the world will still just keep on crashing dow.
CLICK of the keyboard,
format font: Times New Roman,
workworkwork
easier written than managed
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Lizaf Asifan
Hey, I'm seventeen, and many of those years have been spent devouring Italian mint chocolate chip ice-cream. I love Italian mint chocolate-chip ice-cream. You should really know that: that I LOVE ITALIAN MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICE-CREAM (okay, I think you get the picture now, huh?).
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