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The Broken One

I will always be the broken one,
I never seem to find time for myself,
Trying to fix other people's problems,
Putting my own stress upon the shelf

And as the anxiety begins its slow ascent
Like an ocean tide, wave by wave
I feel like I'm tied to the floor, unable to breathe,
Forced to watch as it drags me to my grave

◄ Only Gets Better

I Tore Apart My Dream One Night ►

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