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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