Sunday, September 7

Before I'm Dead.

I feel dizzy
like the air is thin
don't know where to begin

I feel imprisoned
within my own skin
my own biology is no friend

I look around me
and the room is such a mess
I must be the worst person yet

Book me for cloudy
weatherbeaten seas ahead
gonna get much worse before I'm dead.

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