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Mar 2018
In my bed of conscience,
I lay awake.
The heaviness of my mind,
My brain, is at stake.

So many voices inside,
Shouting madness and doubts.
Decisions I made, that I should
Not be of Proud.

It's Insanity that reigns inside
The Veins, and It remains the same

In my bed of conscience I stay woke
Knowing that, I've been broke.
The lightness in the air, makes me float
Well, atleast that's what I wrote.

My bed of conscience, gave me a stroke.
Harriz Sierra
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Harriz Sierra  19/M/Philippines
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