wanting to write
but tired of singing the same
desolate
tune.
Im always experiencing impending doom
It gathers in , spills in the room
until all i can feel is panic
the Iceland of my chest is becoming
to thick each breath I take is labored
and im just so tired all
the
time.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC
wanting to write
but tired of singing the same
desolate
tune.
Im always experiencing impending doom
It gathers in , spills in the room
until all i can feel is panic
the Iceland of my chest is becoming
to thick each breath I take is labored
and im just so tired all
the
time.
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