don't let the fright bite
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angustiae
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after a few days, this occurred to me upon watching dead poets society. still haven't finished the movie, but I'm rooting it's a good one. this was partially inspired by the movie and by our torn out duvet because I tend to rub my feet on it every time I lay down for I have this weird habit. I hope you like it.

don't let the fright bite

my bed, the bermuda triangle

my bed, the bermuda triangle with the kicks of the anger

my bed, the bermuda triangle with the kicks of the anger and the kicks of discomfort

my bed, the bermuda triangle

my bed, the bermuda triangle where I disappear for eight hours

my bed, the bermuda triangle where I disappear for eight hours without knowing where I have gone

my bed, the bermuda triangle

my bed, the bermuda triangle where every single night I lay and think

my bed, the bermuda triangle where every single night I lay and think I don't wanna sleep, I'm not done

my bed, the bermuda triangle where every single night I lay and think I don't wanna sleep, I'm not done afraid of my heart to stop beating

my bed, the bermuda triangle where every single night I lay and think I don't wanna sleep, I'm not done afraid of my heart to stop beating when I haven't done enough carpe diem

my bed, the bermuda triangle

my bed, the bermuda triangle where I say goodbye with fright laced in my voice

my bed, the bermuda triangle where I say goodbye with fright laced in my voice as I drift to blackness where I can't see the void

my bed, the bermuda triangle

my bed, the bermuda triangle where I leave you

my bed, the bermuda triangle where I leave you for a short moment of my life

my bed, the bermuda triangle where I leave you for a short moment of my life I don't know what to regret,

my bed, the bermuda triangle where I leave you for a short moment of my life I don't know what to regret, and I don't know what it's like

but in this moment,

but in this moment, where my breath is hindering my lungs

but in this moment, where my breath is hindering my lungs and when my brain is working and I don't know how it does,

but in this moment, where my breath is hindering my lungs and when my brain is working and I don't know how it does, I'm happy

but in this moment, where my breath is hindering my lungs and when my brain is working and I don't know how it does, I'm happy because at least

but in this moment, where my breath is hindering my lungs and when my brain is working and I don't know how it does, I'm happy because at least those memories

but in this moment, where my breath is hindering my lungs and when my brain is working and I don't know how it does, I'm happy because at least those memories those thoughts of you

but in this moment, where my breath is hindering my lungs and when my brain is working and I don't know how it does, I'm happy because at least those memories those thoughts of you for a moment, they all stop

for a moment,

for a moment, I can let you go

for a moment, I can let you go —angustiae

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