Tension holds
my shoulders
my breath sprints
my thoughts collide
routine is unorderly
control feels obsolete
solace feels unattainable
I allow my thoughts to burn
this flame
into tears
Written by Nix
Tension holds
my shoulders
my breath sprints
my thoughts collide
routine is unorderly
control feels obsolete
solace feels unattainable
I allow my thoughts to burn
this flame
into tears
Written by Nix
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