Feeling so impatient
Running train of thoughts
Planning and unplanning
Those that we abort
Unusual the feeling
Heart racing a marathon
Gut wrenching distress
Whatβs going on?
Sitting right up
To slip through the pillow
Only chemicals
None that mellows
Such an edgy soul
On cloudy summer noon
Some days are like that
For some they return too soon
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I started writing when I was sixteen.
I think it makes me stand out.
It lets me voice my thoughts.
It lets me spread love.
It builds me up.
Yet, I fall.
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