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God
Justin

you tell me to relax
in my xanax collapse
panic attacks are fine

time is a struggle
voices just mumble
slip up and stumble all the time

God, i'm terrified

i cannot just forget
and the bruises i'll admit
in my sick commit to suicide

live for the hard times
breathe in the scarred rhymes
with our heart's permission to collide

God, i'm terrified

you don't know, you can't know
you hang up, to fall down
you had me, thoughts differ
you seem like such a clown
and then i'm drown
with no means of where to get
on the perpetrator's bet
sound the harps, i'm found

God placed me aside

 



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