But still cannot cry
Just like free-diving
The pressure’s too high
My chest is imploding
My dog licks my knees
And they’re not related
Just all there is, it seems
But somehow, I guess, I still have hope
Believe I will make it, just don’t see the road
Almost like God said “you’ll hate me for this test,
But you stay alive and I’ll handle the rest”
_M.
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 4:16 AM UTC
But still cannot cry
Just like free-diving
The pressure’s too high
My chest is imploding
My dog licks my knees
And they’re not related
Just all there is, it seems
But somehow, I guess, I still have hope
Believe I will make it, just don’t see the road
Almost like God said “you’ll hate me for this test,
But you stay alive and I’ll handle the rest”
_M.
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