Catch 22
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Category : Poems
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The weight of my thoughts is crushing my soul,
Pushing me down into the hole.
Like a leach that sucks out my positive,
Leaving a carcass full of negative.
Everything is taking a turn for the worse,
I have trouble just thinking up new verse.
Dammit, it sucks. I have no control.
Everything is dying, even my soul.
To be happy, I know what to do,
But it leaves me stuck in a Catch 22.
