My hearts beating faster,
As the blood starts to flow,
It will take a lot more than a plaster,
To fix this broken soul.
Externally I appear fine,
But internally I am falling apart,
It will take a lot more than twine,
To mend this aching heart.
I am starting to lose control,
I'm freaking out,
Escaping is my soul,
And my mind is filled with doubt.
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highly thought provoking