Give me Ataraxia

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Icicles bathed with razor blades, inside my chest.

My heart feels like a million drums that refuse to rest.

I try to calm the hurricane raging inside my brain..

But do you know what it's like to fight your own thoughts?

How am I drowning when my mind is nothing but droughts..

Can you save me from my demons, maybe teach me of self freedom?

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