
Our hearts torture us
Pronouncing us quite guilty
Anxiety’s cruel
I dig computers

Our hearts torture us
Pronouncing us quite guilty
Anxiety’s cruel
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p style=”font-family:"”>Hints of dawn’s colors
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p style=”font-family:"”>I know how easy it is get lost in fear, my mind racing with destructive dreams. It’s corrosive to my joy.
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Spring’s blossoms wither
White petals falling with grace
A summer snowfall