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intrusive thoughts
The intusive thoughts won't stop and I have no escape from my own eyes.
You will forever circle my mind and I will forever hold my head down in shame.
To look up is a strain of a crumbled frame.
You will forever circle my mind and I will forever hold my head down in shame.
To look up is a strain of a crumbled frame.
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