And what do we have here? This burning thought, empty yet existing, tearing at the mind to be heard, released. Pressure builds yet still it is yet to be revealed. This feeling, sensation, silences words, conceals with breath, hides from the search lead by the longing heart. It pulls, drags that inside, out with all the energy it can muster. But still, through the determination, persistence, it is stuck, glued to the top of the mind. Annoyance mounts and energy depletes, effort given up to allow the numbness of sleep to overtake.Birth sign: Gemini
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