Things swarm inside my head I can't breathe I can't think When will it stop? When things become calm They come back like soldiers I fight to get free Then things become unclear I am so exhausted I want to give up They back up and give space It is a trap Everything goes out of control This battle is a never ending battle When will I see the light? When will I become free?
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