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The Storm

My Brain is a storm my mind keeps gettin wetter its like im sick and ill never get better..... Damn this weather theres has to be something better

My heart beats fast form anxiety then it beats slow from the part that has died in me

my heart was broken now its mended my heart is open and my arms are extended

no one grabs the hand i have extended
im tired of tryin now i give up damn
i guess this means im out of luck

my heart was open now it closed
im tired of tryin in this world so cold

my mind is close the storm brews on
it wont be long till my life is gone.





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