Im locked inside of a box of troubling thoughts.
They are all tied in knots that will not come loose.
It feels like a noose is squeezing my neck. Im losing my breath.
Its all in my head, but what if its real?
How do I deal with the situation
turning my motivation into procrastination
causing these lacerations on my imagination?
This equation is not simple.
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Author:
Oddity (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 25th, 2016 23:23
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Comments1
Your style is good and i like the way you write
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