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Suffocate

I'm suffocating

I'm spinning

Losing my step

Trying not to fall

Because last night I wept

No I didn't that's a lie

My tears won't fall

My face is dry

No matter what I do

No matter the circumstance

Spinning spinning

Might as well dance

Dance to feel alive

Dance to feel awake

Dance to hide the trembling

Of a world that continues to shake

I'm trying to drown out the sirens

Afraid they will come for me

Locking me in an institution

Not higher learning

Though I wish I could be

Tactile hallucinations

Trembling without fear

The sirens are getting closer

Please don't come here

I have children to care for I can't fall apart

Because as bad I am now

With my daughter it's just the start.

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