Unwanted stress
Stress is the bodies way of saying your mind meeds rest
Just think of it as parents not giving children guidance
I'd rather be flying than couped inside frying
I love silence
Hoping i don't hear too many sirens
The call to me while I'm lying
Forcefully into my ear vibrance
Vibrancy challenging me violently
Poetry my only outlet
Off-set and pessimistic
The rings on my fingers have left
Why are my thoughts clouded in darkness, death and regret.
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