Here's another poem for y'all, you'll tell me what you think. I can't really swipe, but I believe it's the next half of the page.

In the brain, the wound, the brain is going the right, it's all behind me, it's all in front of me, it's stressing me out, the brain's... Naked. This is me.

The wind, the breeze, the sound, the rain, the sound behind it, the sound in the room, the breeze is alive, it couldn't push me far, hold me back, I can't stand any more, my hands, my skin is stuck, my skin is blind, holding me here, holding my feel, the breeze can be relaxant as you sleep, on the sand, in the car, with my nose down, The breeze.

The wind, the breeze, the storm, the rain, it is all behind me, it is all in front of me. Stressing me out, the breeze of life, it can push me farther, hold me back, I can't stand, it can't long, make it sap. Making me strong, making me wonder, holding me here.

Nick.

imma hear in Miami Such a crying person I wish I realized that some is probably doing something else You

The wind, the breeze, the storm, the rain, it's all behind me in front of me. Trusting me out. The breeze of life, it can push me farther, hold me back, can stand it and be wrong, can make it smell. Making me struggle, making me want, making me want

The wind, the breeze, the storm, the rain, it's all behind me, it's all in front of me. It's just me out, the breeze of life. You can push me farther, hold me back, I can't stand any longer, make it snap. Make me struggle, make me wonder, make me hear. Holding my feet, holding my, holding me here, holding my feet. The breeze can be relaxing as you sleep in the sand.