Sunshine of the Cloudy Mind
living in a blur with a pair of rose-colored glasses to guide my vision
Friday, January 22, 2016
i can't write poetry when i'm so scared (by fall out boy)
I have a chunk of anxiety in my stomach,
rotting.
I have tried time and time again to perform
careful surgery, why won't
it leave?
I have decided that I cannot get rid of it all
by myself.
Lord, breathe life into me.
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