Stoic

by Dan   Sep 29, 2006


Chemically induced from the ways of various deceit,

but these words are the only way that I can truly breath.

Perpetual thoughts of a hopeless life ahead,

striving to aspire for the future instead.

These pondering thoughts catalyze my heart to beat faster,

my lungs breathe deeper...awaiting my perilous disaster.

These choices so detrimental to my serenity,

causing me to question my own identity.

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