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Scream


 

My hearts skips a beat

My mind is racing, I need to get out of the heat

Claustaphobia is weighing down on me

The walls, my life this is what it came to be

How?

Why?

The tunnel is dark just like me

If I live to see, but I don’t

No I can’t

I look at the rain, and there I be

Like the dew drops each on is pounding on me

What can I do?

What can I say?

The only thing left is an empty hole, which fills cold

I’m tryna break away

I’m tryna be set free

But I’m all alone

The only thing left for me to do is scream

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