Physically full,
Mentally starved,
The wilderness is hard
Trying to have a heart,
Terrible times, days of dark-
Ness plague the city,
This is becoming me
Eternally unrest(ed)
Oh yes, oh yes.
I'm dying here!
Neurologically malfunctin
Poison life with fear,
Rid me of character that makes me humane
Should I suffer
Just becuase
I'm not THAT sane?
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
Physically full,
Mentally starved,
The wilderness is hard
Trying to have a heart,
Terrible times, days of dark-
Ness plague the city,
This is becoming me
Eternally unrest(ed)
Oh yes, oh yes.
I'm dying here!
Neurologically malfunctin
Poison life with fear,
Rid me of character that makes me humane
Should I suffer
Just becuase
I'm not THAT sane?
Thaughts hurt
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