I
feel sick. Sick and tired, Tired of the fear.
My fears for things make me feel like the dirt beneath me.
My blood boils and feels like lava. My head aches and feels like an earthquake.
I can't sleep. I would love to and not be in fear of the unknown.
I can't eat. Only for the chunks to rise
My fears for things make me feel like the dirt beneath me.
My blood boils and feels like lava. My head aches and feels like an earthquake.
I can't sleep. I would love to and not be in fear of the unknown.
I can't eat. Only for the chunks to rise
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