Poem # 34
I wish to keep a straight head yet I feel dead. The pain in my chest is a heavey weight , a burden of my hopes. I seem as though I am drowning in a sea of emotion, a tool that ends up heart broken.
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I wish to keep a straight head yet I feel dead. The pain in my chest is a heavey weight , a burden of my hopes. I seem as though I am drowning in a sea of emotion, a tool that ends up heart broken.
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