Mann steht aufrecht in einem Sturm aus verhedderten Neon-Gefühlen

The Weight of the Best? The world is loud, a crashing sea, It's drowning out the heart of me. I run so fast but stand so still, A hollow ache I cannot fill. My mind is wired, a neon spark, Yet everything feels cold and dark. I’m burning out from hidden fire, Caught inside a tangled wire. I pull my shoulders back and tall, Determined that I shall not fall. To be the man they need to see, While losing who I’m meant to be. I’ll carry on through heavy gray, And find the strength to face the day. Though bone is tired and spirit thin, I’ll try to find the light within. use color that describe Overstimulated, underwhelmed, manic, and exhausted. best artistic quality, masterpiece.

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