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As I sit in my chair, typing away at my computer, I feel eyes, watching me. Not bad eyes. No harm is intended, I can tell. But someone, perhaps more than one person, watches me.
I am not alone, I can feel their hands clutching at my heart, Listening to it like the ticking of a time bomb, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 ,
Hello Mr. Panic, we meet again.
I know this, I know this, I know this, I don't, I do. I understand how to find the acceleration of a runner when given the change in time but I don't know what that runner would
Chorus: I'm stressed out A lot of stuff on my mind, I don't know what to do I'm stressed out I just want to be alone, so I'm sitting in my room I'm stressed out
Once there was a man who left and his little girl was sad she cut her wrists and bleed for him as she wished to call him, dad there was an incident that spurred the path the family was split