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It Questions The Nerve? Emotional Am Not.
What brings me this possible illness I seek?
Is it my choice, the wonders of possibilities...?
My tears shed through questioned actions...
OH! Why must I make them talk so much! It is barely enough that they do not understand...!
As if, my problems are not troubled enough!
Nevertheless, in a way I feel so guilty, though to me, in my imaginary conscience of opposing opposites, I feel as though I could have stopped this somehow!
Always told myself that’ll change later around...
It is as if I have an illness, an emotion disease that controls all my sympathetic feeds...
They say the nerve is supposed to cry ... but how can I cry if through my brain it is dry (sucked up in its water full of potential)
They say it is a pilgrimage to deep depression along with anxiety, obsession, mild passive aggression...
It’s as if I have an illness, an emotion disease, that controls all my sympathetic feeds...
I do wild proposnerous scenes... Specked with icy, hazed, dazed, uncertain degrees,
It’s like i have a illness an emotion disease that controls all my sympathetic feeds...!