Storming
Clouds cover my mind.
Wind whips through the sections of my brain. It's a storm in here.
All there is is pain.
But I hold tight to my life ring. It's name stamped in red.
When I close my eyes, I know I am not dead.
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Storming
Clouds cover my mind.
Wind whips through the sections of my brain. It's a storm in here.
All there is is pain.
But I hold tight to my life ring. It's name stamped in red.
When I close my eyes, I know I am not dead.