I can feel everything gathering.
Like an easy uphill.
I can't force words.
I can force motion.
I feel like myself again,
and its soothing.
I I I I I.
why does everything always have to be about me.
Love please.
I need my late nights,
and tickling air.
and those nervous shivers.
that chance chance chance.
So i can test if i'm still alive.
A free mind that's a mess,is better than a chemically altered state of being.
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