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Damien: Italics
Tired of this mind fight
I want to get this mind right
Before I self-destruct
Wake up every single day
My own thoughts already in my way
It always seems so fucked
Before I get myself up
I need to get myself pumped
Take a deep breath and try
Time for the daily grind
I only hope that I can find
It in me not to cry
I might get emotional
I hate that my mind is full
Of all sorts of junk
It’s hard for me you see
The grind is real for me
Want to be out of this funk
Time for me to grind
It’s time for me to to find
A way to rise up and fight
So, instead of this B.S.
Need to shut down this mess
And get my mind right
I’m tired of the fight in my mind
As I write I go blind, trying to find
The reasons why it won’t stop
Awake at all hours thinking
Or standing in the shower sinking
This season of mine…it won’t swap
For some free time to free my mind
So I see rhymes just flee each line
As I forget to jot my racing thoughts
Tossed and turned up in this bed
Or water churning o’er my head
I cannot get uncaught, these crazy plots
Twist on and on down a rabbit hole
Staying up late is a new habit so
I embrace it, taste it, and take it
Walking these vacant spaces
Wandering my sacred traces
Mind races, faced it, I’m naked
Wishing I had someone to share
Wishing I had someone who cared
I’m aware I chose this life, so fuck it
My mind is going to do what it does
I have to accept all of this because
A busy mind exposes me as reluctant
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Thank ya my dear
Inspiring you two, always powerful 💛🫶