Sometimes you let go,
and the room becomes smaller,
and your heart beat longer,
silence becomes
the audible music of fear,
the fear of madness,
everything wrongfully placed,
a world worth shit
but you say,
looking around
wondering
thinking abut giving in
and suddenly,
you capture yourself,
and say
Fuck it, it's bad enough,
why go crazy.
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