I seem to have this deep sadness, the kind that sits in your blood and drowns you
The kind that sits in your lungs and stops you from breathing
The kind that makes you feel like your brain is gonna rot
And your soul will leave your body
Escaping from your toes.
Do you know this kind
Oh, you do? I am so terribly sorry….
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ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
