Filled with volatile emotion
And dynamic feeling
My mind is bogged down with obsession
Over things that lack my control
Materials I don’t really need
My solar plexus is like the tide
Shifting and changing with the moon
But never steady or calm
It’s not that I’m dead inside
That’s not why I lack a reaction
It’s because my body
Has turned itself into
A Bomb.
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