Her brain is always overcrowded.
Thoughts and dreams and half-written poems have taken over her mind.
Her soul is made of the ramblings of a nearly mad wanderer who has been confined for too long.
Questions and doubts and anxieties plague each of her waking moments.
Stress and worries ruin the rest.
Her mind is filled with chaos and her heart with mayhem, and she would trade both for a chance to breathe freely.
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 1:02 AM UTC
Her brain is always overcrowded.
Thoughts and dreams and half-written poems have taken over her mind.
Her soul is made of the ramblings of a nearly mad wanderer who has been confined for too long.
Questions and doubts and anxieties plague each of her waking moments.
Stress and worries ruin the rest.
Her mind is filled with chaos and her heart with mayhem, and she would trade both for a chance to breathe freely.
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