it's three in the morning. be merciful.
crashing down
intertwined
thoughts of doubts
consume my mind
the dust, it thickens
my stomach sickens
why can't i just leave well enough alone...
doubt has no mercy
on my sleepy mind tonight
i persecute anything and everything
that i can't make myself understand
completely unwelcomed is this void that i feel
i caused this
i brought it upon myself
trapped in successes of stale circumstances
i will burn as i hurt you
i will die to desert you.
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