BreatherA Poem by The JayTaking a breather from breathing, For I have none to dismember, So engrossed in finding, I forget the essentials, Is life just a panick attack? Wait till the end of the day, And see my zenith below my nadir, For a humanoid, It's never enough, Ending up a thirteen. Cause me a pair of despair, Wake up in my happy place, Beside my vacant pillow, To fly in this again, Pleased to be cursed, For I am glad, Sick as I may be, I smile, As I bring about the death of me.
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