Chug it down.
C h u g i t.
DOWN.
This reality.
Chug it down.
F i l l your lungs.
B u r n your throat.
G r i t your teeth.
And
Let
It
GO.
Let it churn.
Let it writhe.
Tie your wings.
'cause
Happiness is just a myth.
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Running away from Reality
PoesiaThis reality drowns me, consumes me and ties down my wings I wanna live.. I wanna run away -𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚌 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚗...
