An Open Door
Jammy 101: Poems & SuchAn Open Door
My mind’s filled with angst
The fangs around me never vanish
I try to manage, though I think I’ll crash in a minute
And they say it’s cute,
When I’m straining myself when my mind’s already polluted
If you dig deeper you’ll only see dirty contemplations,
Gore sprinting towards me, getting closer and closer
Can someone guess it?
I need some closure
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