Contrition

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Gears grinding and churning

At the pits of my stomach

There's a chill down my spine

And a coursing panic attack

My teeth grit and shatters

Against a nitrogen injection

Mind a diluted lukewarm water

Jittery like a drug addiction

There's toxic in my capillaries

It's smothering my fluttery chest

Why the fuck do I get this anxious?

I know you're just putting me to the test.

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