I want to climb outside of my head.
Pour flowers in instead.
I want to paint a smile on my dread.
I want to climb outside of my head.
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ŞiirAn original poetry collection about anxiety,love and grief.
Outside of my head
I want to climb outside of my head.
Pour flowers in instead.
I want to paint a smile on my dread.
I want to climb outside of my head.