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A Hold on Me
something’s
gripping tight
the air
suffocates
walls lean in
like whispers
and the devil's
knuckles knock
who is it inside
I’m fading away
lost in the echo
of my own voice
gripping tight
the air
suffocates
walls lean in
like whispers
and the devil's
knuckles knock
who is it inside
I’m fading away
lost in the echo
of my own voice
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