restrained
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I have this tendancy to
Fall apart sometimes.
When the banging in
My head
Becomes so loud,
I am drowning
In my thoughts that
Frighten me more than anything.
And the muffled shouts become
I feel the pressure of the walls of this box
pushing from each side, increasing, squeezing,
and as it gets tighter in here, the pressure builds
builds into an atmosphere chaotic enough for lightning
