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Gagged and bound
There's no air left to breathe
These worries they paralyze me
Uncomfortable as fuck in my own skin
They always find the way back in
Creeping without a trace
My mind the vessel for malaise
These worries they paralyze me
Uncomfortable as fuck in my own skin
They always find the way back in
Creeping without a trace
My mind the vessel for malaise
Published 27th Jul 2019
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Not sure if this is finished quite yet....
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I AGREE FOR THE LINE AT THE END LEAVES THE MIND WONDERING TO PONDER WITHIN EMPTY SPACE OF WHAT IS YET TO COME FOR I FEEL THAT THERE IS MORE TO SAY FROM THE SOUL OF THE MIND THE TITLE ITSELF SAYS IT ALL GAGGED AND BOUND
27th Jul 2019 8:28pm
27th Jul 2019 8:47pm
