gather your anxiety into a rock
the size of your stomach…
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hear me out
how about next time one of them little monster looking critters
comes to the door
we do the asking about the treats…
Eyes open, sit up, and stretching, Check your heart rate, 70 beats per minutes. Reach for your glasses […]
Dear marathon of negative thoughts, My eyes won’t close, My brain won’t shut up, Please let sleep win […]
To that boulder on my chest, It’s time to get the fuck off, My lungs can’t expand, My […]
A small bird floated by the window yesterday. I dunno what it really wanted me to do…
I don’t need the ice,
cold added after the fact…
So small and flighty,
slipping through our old worn hands…
So small and flighty,
slipping through our old worn hands…
Everyone these days,
seems to have a new show going…
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