Often I take pride in my sensitive heart and wilder mind.
For I have an outlet to express whatever emotion I find.
But there are days I want to fail to remind
To just move forward, not stuck on rewind.
Thoughts come to me melodically in a rhyme
But they leave violently, questioning the health of this pastime.
Within my view of the world, my identity lies at the heart of it.
Instead of embracing it today, I want no fucking part of it.
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