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All the things I should do
My mind races
With everything that I need to do
But all I can do is lay here
Trying to hold myself together
My fingers can barely move
There’s a twitch now and again
There’s a numbness
Thought my entire body
My mind instructs me
But my body refuses to move
The stress builds and builds
Until I’m a torn up mess
A puddle of stress
With everything that I need to do
But all I can do is lay here
Trying to hold myself together
My fingers can barely move
There’s a twitch now and again
There’s a numbness
Thought my entire body
My mind instructs me
But my body refuses to move
The stress builds and builds
Until I’m a torn up mess
A puddle of stress
Published 1st Aug 2018
| Edited 3rd Aug 2018
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1st Aug 2018 10:26am
I find myself in those moods more than I would like.
Great poem. Thanks for sharing 😁
Great poem. Thanks for sharing 😁
