12.A Shot Below the Belt
Don't you understand me？
This cloud over my head is not ok.
There are things that I need to get done,
and it doesn't give you permission to take a shot below the
belt.
We have so little time; let's not spend it in anger.
I am in the deep end and can't find air.
I am throwing punches with a blindfold on.
Because I may just brake suddenly.
I would rather not explode.
That's your job.
I'm stuck in between two worlds
in a maze of dreams and thoughts.
What a bitter sweet symphony life is,
but I wouldn't have it any other way.
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