“47 Heartbeats…”

My heart beats hard and slow.

Is this the signs… of, no, I don’t know.

Hypochondriac, perhaps.

But I just don’t know.

I stay home a lot.

Scared of society.

Not necessarily fear, but tiresome energy.

The societal ties take less and less of me.

Until 47 heartbeats, lessen to another degree.

But I fight to stay awake.

47 hearts beats at this late hour.

I am not a coward I repeat.

I fight with creativity, I can’t sit still.

I read more books, my mind is to be filled.

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