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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
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