So many feels.

Little to write.

So Many things.

Up around my mind.

 

All unforeseen.

My soul’s in a spin.

Call it fishtail.

I’m not really keen.

 

One part suicidal.

Yet that same part’s killing me.

Everything’s in a spiral.

Does it always have to be me?

 

When will it all stop?

Or is it my eternity?

The future’s bleak, blurry.

More like opaque.

But I’m i n a hurry, for my next uptake.

 

My soul in the skies.

Full emancipation.

Then get my recognition.

From all souls still living.

 

Will I still get to heaven if I die high?

Or wait in heaven’s gates watching the ‘righteous’ pass by?

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