When pressure is constant, it becomes part of your life. Every routine and thought. It molds itself onto you. What can you do? Adapt. Change requires adaption, that what we do to survive. It's revolutionary.
I don't want to let myself go and fall into it, I'm barely holding myself up. I'm questioning my surroundings. I need to grow. I'm not strong enough. Pressure is killing me, sadly it's my antidote. The worst that bloom best or morbid results. What are the odds?
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
