Sometimes I don't know what to do with myself
A great wave of fear and heaviness overwhelms me
It take over my breathing and entire being
It guards my thoughts and corrupts them
Like smoke, it swallows them up
All that's left for me is to bask in that misery
Wait for it to be satisfied from my burning heart
Then and only then can I be human
Or at least attempt to...
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coffee stains
PoetryA collection of poetry written during the most awkward of times, and most of those times involved a good cup of coffee.
