The days have been a blur.
My colors are growing.
Time is slipping.
Kale has saved me.
Yet I feel dangerous,
Like a bomb that's
about to go off.
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Diary of Insanity
PoetryKeep it together Jess. I hope sprinting through the halls was considered keep it together. out of control. I was slipping just hold on... hold on...
