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there seems to be no quieting
the grumbling and tumbling riot inside
the battle waged against my pride
emotionally attacking my feelings
rapidly speading like rumors
among gossipmongers
audacious fictitious lies
told by those who have no rise
blowing hot air and a lot of
damn nonsense
I'm dazed but conscious
I try to speak but it feels like
my tongue is a coughed up lung
trying to keep it together but still
I'm torn apart
my pens up and my pencils down
my aim is my art
i fight from the heart
technical strategy
cunning and baffling analogie
I spit with no apology
my passion burns
like acid reflux
needs a nexium
my greatest headache
is the purple people, my exes
forever paranoid and always avoid
I never enter a room that has no exits
too much drama
disagrees with my intestines
ripping and tearing my stomach
like torn bedsheets
coughed up loogies
blood red like rubies
I'm running fast but not fast enough
to get away from my past
feeling like I'm enclosed
in a bubble reaching out for trouble
feeling like I'm sitting on a bunsen burner
