High Blood Pressure

Lyle HutchinsonApril 21, 2017

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High Blood Pressure

written by: Lyle Hutchinson

@hutch3713

Wide awake
315am
Standing
At the gates
Of indecision
Fears strength
Matches your own
While sickness
Strangles
So much gone
So much happened
She doesn't love you
And the knife
Calls you under
Once again

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Writing my own art and collaborating with artists all over the world since the age of 17.

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