one foot on the ground, one foot in the grave

one foot on the ground, one foot in the grave

The constructive side of my mind calls, it tells me to do something creative. Productive. The other side of my mind calls. Much quieter. It suggests instead something destructive. That side relies on two words on repeat. Its whispered attempted allure. 
Quicker. Easier. 

I'm Not Too Worried

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