We’re not okay,
Sadly getting by
Barely buying drugs
Enough to keep us numb
Separate ourselves from the cold steel of feelings
The biting pain of emotions
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ØVERTHINKING
PoesíaØverthinking 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
