Heartbeat and breathing erratic.
Mindset; frazzled, like static.
There is never a rhyme or reason.
My life is just an ever-changing season.
Looping yet broken. Like a record that is scratched.
In my head, the devils plan, will it be hatched?
Or will I be intercepted beforehand. My only warning sign could be the lights and/or sirens, when the men in white coats are dispatched
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
Heartbeat and breathing erratic.
Mindset; frazzled, like static.
There is never a rhyme or reason.
My life is just an ever-changing season.
Looping yet broken. Like a record that is scratched.
In my head, the devils plan, will it be hatched?
Or will I be intercepted beforehand. My only warning sign could be the lights and/or sirens, when the men in white coats are dispatched
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