Too many things going on
Too much that I want to do
Not enough of me left
Purpose is a long off dream
I lack the energy to imagine
I can feel my brain is melting
My soul is slipping
I don't think I'm asleep anymore
I think I'm dead
But maybe the mania will creep in tomorrow
And my spirit will return to my bones
And my sweaters on hangers
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 11:49 AM UTC
Too many things going on
Too much that I want to do
Not enough of me left
Purpose is a long off dream
I lack the energy to imagine
I can feel my brain is melting
My soul is slipping
I don't think I'm asleep anymore
I think I'm dead
But maybe the mania will creep in tomorrow
And my spirit will return to my bones
And my sweaters on hangers
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