(seen at Clay.Humanclay.ca)
broken wings
wasting space
helpless, lifeless, empty thoughts
there's no escaping
my heart, it rots
a moment of reflection
restless silence
a spreading infection
wilted muscles
unbearable weights
useless, tainted, weathered soul
there's no restraint
no control
no turning back
fearful resolution
anxiety attack
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