Miscellaneous

Aneurysm

I feel the pressure building
Every minute getting worse
I gotta find release
Before it bursts

A wounded mind
Infected thoughts
I need relief
From what they’ve wrought

So pass the scalpel
Pass the pen
I’ll do anything
To make this end

Cut it open
Let it bleed
Words must flow
It’s all I need

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