Joseph Orton (22-11-1994 / England)
I have a Tornado in my chest.
It won't let me rest.
The winds are getting higher.
This isn't what I desire.
But the only thing to rid of this whirl wind.
Is to go on trial for what I have sinned.
In the madness of this storm.
Nothing will go back to the norm.
I fear for others as well as myself.
Because deep down I know, I'm failing my health.
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