No reason to live.
No reason to die.
The throbbing infinite thoughts that swell the very obliged veins that feed on precious ideas, like a fragile pomegranate being split coarsely-too many questions, nearly an addiction, so entirely that if it were my desire to stop, this wouldn’t matter, no, I couldn’t. I can’t. Inevitable, I may leak from the barbed and wired fences of sanity outpouring fears and fate, complements of doom-I ponder-I must avoid as my only other options would be demeaning, ignorant, and effortless.
No reason to die.
The throbbing infinite thoughts that swell the very obliged veins that feed on precious ideas, like a fragile pomegranate being split coarsely-too many questions, nearly an addiction, so entirely that if it were my desire to stop, this wouldn’t matter, no, I couldn’t. I can’t. Inevitable, I may leak from the barbed and wired fences of sanity outpouring fears and fate, complements of doom-I ponder-I must avoid as my only other options would be demeaning, ignorant, and effortless.
SophiaCross
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