Within Poem by Astra N.
Within
She has the type of mind,
That keeps churning out thoughts,
Lists and tasks, shoulds and coulds,
Filling up every corner.
She has the type of heart,
That always beats fast,
Like it's trying to outrun something,
Or everything.
She has the type of soul,
That eats away at itself,
Until there's nothing left,
Like it's unworthy to be here.
Sometimes,
The enemies are within.
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