Our Twisted Renaissance: Sentiment ›
I haven’t slept in six days,
I haven’t eaten in four,
My voice is gone,
Yet I still shout,
My feet bleed,
Yet I still run.
I want to burst into a thousand tears,
Yet I smile from ear to ear,
I want to be comatose,
But then instead,
I laugh.
I sit here with eyelids of lead,
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