stress bbreaking my back, pulse is stuttering. pressure, mental attack, my thoughts cluttering. beating this dead horse is exhausting, heartbreaking to see my hands shaking. i'm knee-deep in the dead, still wading in this well-called life. nervousness halting all will, forcing apathy. anxiety an aching chill, hammering me down. tread the floods so you can hope to seize your own reality before it escapes thee. watch yourself drown in disarray, it's time to break away or we’ll die today.
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