... calling

February 15, 2018

My heart thumps like, a drum on a winter's war,

My breath shallow and short, trying to grasp of what i have left.

Mind blank as a clean canvas, waiting for it to be painted.

i dont know why im waiting, am i waiting for an attack?

or somethong even more tretcherous...

only my soul can help me now

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