Like a soldier pumped with lead im falling down. With my mental illness its a showdown. Im having a meltdown. I try to breakout of a breakdown. But it gets worse i freak out. It gets too much i black out. I try to clear my head. But instead. My anxiety hits me like a warhead. Penetrating my soul i collapse on my bed. I bleed red lead. I drop dead.
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The need of the hour is peace As the consequences of war are not like breeze Countries are grouping, so are the citizens Unity is strengthening, but, against other unions Deployment takes place to deplore another state The death of
Fiendish and gruesome phantasmagoric denizens Dwell deep inside subterranean vault perform an evil dance Haunt psychic landscape with imaginary (yet realistic) Gargoyle visitations that cast a macabre trance Nocturnal unconscious invaders cavort and gallivant Disturb quiescent sleep with devilish and