Poems about Health

Every event of life is an act of realization. It is the life of that particular soul to wake up and feel what it is to be human.
My shelf is full of my thoughts Jawing that up Mentol Odor  Fresh, perceived Mental Order 
Your limitation is a figment of the imagination. You hold the key to break free. 
all these monsters in my head tryna block me off,had some friends that was fake had to cut em off,all these voices in my head want me to
I just want to stay in bed all day. . .I'm not okay. I don't know how. .
I just want to stay in bed all day. . .I'm not okay. I don't know how. .
Let Me Tell You Something ... !!! My Nerves Are Near .... .... COMBUSTION .... !!!!!
Housekeeping   I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with closets.
1 He sits on his counter, Advil in hand (8 he hopes it will kill him;  0 he hopes they'll understand...
There's too much.   There's too much.   There's too much.   I can't make it better.

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