Just write
It’ll be alright-
That’s why I accept creation as my savior
I would be dead without it, I think
This is no hyperbole
I don’t throw around things like that lightly
Though often-
Sometimes I need to give up my soul
When my mind becomes too harmful
Which is why I’ve been writing so often
Times are getting harder
Perhaps it’s just my age
The angsty teen trope
Boy, that’s new!
But this is the year
Destined for downfall
But I’ve grown into my hard-shell skin
And though I may be easily broken,
My soul is still here.
I ain’t into this ‘Revolutionary Suicide’
I am still alive-
Which is more than can be said about many.
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