the walls are closing in and i can't breathe
it feels like everybody's coming after me
at every waking moment it's a fight for my life
and i just keep ending up a little more stuck
there's no telling where the enemy stands
i'm just at the mercy of inter-dimensional hands
i can feel the hourglass drop the last pieces of sand
the more i think about it i'm less better off without it
relax your head
everything is not what it appears to be
the moment it
reaches your mind you'll start to feel fine
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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