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A Day At The Fair The Blame Anxiety

I've taken to much into all I want to be. This ghost in me is far from leaving... I feel claustrophobic thinking, that my skin is a prison in itself.

I wake and I hide, I choke till it soaks into all these anxious fits, and agoraphobic dreams of happiness, I feel claustrophobic thinking, That my skin is a

I wake and I hide, I choke till it soaks into all these anxious fits, and agoraphobic dreams of happiness, I feel claustrophobic thinking, That my skin is a