12:53 am , Friday , 2nd June
Although morning hours approach like storm clouds
sleep is no where to be found.
My heart beats erratically
and thoughts blaze my mind like wildfire.
Within those moments I wonder
if my heart and mind will ever rest.
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dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
