Should I make a shout, pack my bags and get the fuck out, out of my mind so that peace can finally find a place inside. deafening silence tortures my ear, am I a broken art or have I got no heart, no heart for this life any more, visions change, passion change, never been a friend of change, it feels so strange inverting every feeling of discomfort, no sleep my mind says, I'm estranged from my own mind. should I implode or explode? I'm drained
©antonio
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