Out of my mind
Anxious
As the seconds bleed out as if from a stone
Every fibre of my being wants not to be
Here
Now
But I am.
This is why I write
This is where I write
I sigh to pass the time, and sigh as I rhyme
Bored.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
Out of my mind
Anxious
As the seconds bleed out as if from a stone
Every fibre of my being wants not to be
Here
Now
But I am.
This is why I write
This is where I write
I sigh to pass the time, and sigh as I rhyme
Bored.
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