(Source: allpeoplearefuckingcunts, via virgin-kitten)
There’s a sickness of the mind
That takes to sleeping In my spine,
So when I search inside my brain
There’s no signs of decay
Or of functions gone astray
Just that nagging itch
That restless twitch
That tries to communicate
Things I cannot seem to say.
Something still unsettled
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