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These feelings come in waves

Lapping onto the shores of my mind

Anxiety, stress, and pressure

Everything’s done to a measure

I walk as if I’m in a hurry

With no particular destination, endlessly

I hope I’ll reach somewhere beautiful

Somewhere far-out and hopeful

‘Til this day I’m filled with murmurs

To myself and never others

Maybe I’ll yearn for more

Or drown in pity and sorrow

Though I know this’ll fade

It can’t help but linger and parade

Down the alleys of my soul

Penetrating and swallowing me whole

Lucid and unprecedented

These sentiments will pierce and once they do

Maybe I’ll run away from my head

And drift through and through

Let’s all slash our wrists

And make some shifts

Until we all bleed to death

Then maybe we’ll all be happy and shy from apathy

Or maybe some things are better left unsaid