Slavery of the Insides
Is it a need for a morning cup of coffee
or was my yesterday to hard?
Is it caffeen or a heavy soul?
What is my life?
Is it fresh air that takes me on a a.m. walk
or am i running scared to rest?
My insides tell me lies.
When did i lose control?
How can I read again?
feel again?
how can I become
me again?
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