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Stressed Depressed Still gripping at life like I'm trying too hard My knuckles are white Then they're red They're sore I've wanted your arms around me My skin must be so cold My shoulders feel like crumbling snapping cracking crushing I've swatted away your hands They're everywhere Eager, ready, afraid Your paranoia speaks in volumes Your insecurity shatters me My bones will break Because...

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