my palms sweat like i've lost a bet and my body shivers and my left hand quivers short breaths and a sharp headache but it all begins with the most simplest of things like a stammer of words, like noticing the quirks but the most irritating thing is the soft voice that sings the lullaby of my own demise, add blurry eyes to the list and that kiss of my demise begins to start leaving me asking questions like "what the hell am i supposed to do?" so i switch over whenever i can #criss(the switch over part) (#promise...don't worry this shit is a part of me) -yakaa: jujaa:
collection of lyrical poetry that reflects my psychological journey that everyone might face at least once in their lifetime.
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