Enough is enough.
This is rough.
Feelings fluctuate.
Like a pineapple upside down cake.
Blended in a blender.
Tender.
Your mind grows with paranoia.
The worse is about to hit.
Just when the ride is smooth.
Bazinga it hits and the reality is right in front.
In plain sight.
No need to dummy it down.
The count down to self destruction.
©number14
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