05: It Happened at Four
While the moon flourishes for the sake of the sun,
anxiety crawls into my bed to awaken me
by pulling me out of the clouds of a sweet dream.
My worries once again trespass the gates of my mind.Anxiety crawls into my bed to awaken me
with its heavy breathing against my neck.
My worries once again trespass the gates of my mind.
My organs implore to be released from a home intoxicated with uneasiness.With its heavy breathing against my neck,
its arms snakes around me and lug me closer to reality.
My organs implore to be released from a home intoxicated with uneasiness,
for it had gone through my body to find the energy to study.Its arms snakes around me and lug me closer to reality
by pulling me out of the clouds of a sweet dream.
For it had gone through my body to find the energy to study
while the moon flourishes for the sake of the sun.
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Rusty Flowers | 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
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