Sickly sweet vanila,
Rattling chains,
Running through my veins,
Brains,
Mashed up,
Write off.
Fuck it all,
I think.
Blink, breathe.
Count to ten,
Look up,
See the beauty in this place,
Heaven and hell,
Serenity, and peace,
Equals freedom.
- Cusworth
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