A constant state of tension, a calm before the storm...
Sleep is extinct on a fearless feather I float into a sea of darkness...
Only to hate that bright light..Ray-Bans...Oaks...shade mine eyes...
What has thou done to deserve such trepidatious torture to torment my days, hours, seconds...
I grow tired of fighting a beast that can't be beat...yet it's hard for a giver to give up...
If only I could slip away in that perfect cuddle...
...then scream out in strength once again...I am not broken...I'm only bent.
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