Straddling the fence of broken dreams, workaholic steadily moving, blowing off steam.
Addiction passed through the veins, a sophisticated feen.
I do everything I can to help you process what I mean.
Flourishing intellectually, trapped in positions I feared I would never be.
I walk this Earth, the clouds underneath my feet.
When I get anxious it’s difficult for me to breathe.
Heartbeat racing, I slow down in order to take the lead.
All the agony is no longer inside of me.
It’s time for healing, it’s healing season, acknowledgment is key.
Loss after loss, it all comes with the process.
Walked down the path of resilience so I can talk it.
Body after body after body in the coffin.
If I could I would, life happens, you can’t stop it.
First you think, then when you speak you become a prophet.
All the negative thoughts are leaking out the conscious like a faucet…
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