Make It Make Sense

God knows

What I did

In a past life

Or who sewed

These seeds

I reap

As I can fall

In love

Easily enough

But never 

To fucking sleep

Careless

Waking up to find that,
once again,
I’ve lost my mind
at some point
during the night…

No Air

It’s too hot to think
as I sit here on the brink
of yet another nervous breakdown…

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