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Post traumatic, I can still feel the panic Attacks in my visions, contained in my attic Constant pressure, can't control my intentions How can I be so impatient? Losing the base of my basement. I cannot breathe under water The heavy weights dragging further Should I still hope for the better After all that has happened? Look at the damage I've caused I'm making everything worse This dark force is taking over, I'm lost I miss the person I was.
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Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
Metanoia
Post traumatic, I can still feel the panic Attacks in my visions, contained in my attic Constant pressure, can't control my intentions How can I be so impatient? Losing the base of my basement. I cannot breathe under water The heavy weights dragging further Should I still hope for the better After all that has happened? Look at the damage I've caused I'm making everything worse This dark force is taking over, I'm lost I miss the person I was.
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Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
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