My heart aches
My chest tightens
Exhausted with the same message
Tired of injustice
Sick of hate
My hands shake and blood boils
It makes no sense
I'm so tired, my heart begs for it to stop.
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The Spiral
PoetryA deep dive into thoughts about the universe, life, emotions and more, down an endless poetic(and sometimes not poetic) spiral. We follow various characters.
