Knots tie me up inside
Even the places I can't quite find
The drums pound throughout my temple
Maybe these are not the perfect examples
Hate poisons my innocent flesh
What is the feeling that this suggests?
It seems my writing skills aren't incredible
Nore are they desirable
I'm not going to make you wait
I'm just going to tell you straight
This poem is trying to calm me down. I think it shows through its nature of progression. Enjoy!
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