Overwhelm

I am an overclocked engine
Operating at the highest capacity
Taking flight when it should not be

I am the creator of the night
A machine that never sleeps
Never powers down
Never weeps
Never knows when I should just

Breathe

And say
"This is okay"
That I am okay
And if I am not
That I will be okay
And that it is fine to cry
Because crying means you're alive
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