Poem -
Release the pain I sheath
To my bed I retire lateĀ
wake up tired with an aquired acheĀ
plead for my opaque brain to break these constraining chains, please!
strain then I ceaseĀ
because I can barely breathĀ
I'm going insane, I campaign to freeze this fire in me, to expire my attire, release the pain the sheathĀ
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