Anxiety

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you and i
wearing the same ol' flower crowns
though,
i never understood from the frowns
that,
our toxic love was a mistakable choice
and
inside my head i always had this little voice
eventually,
this little voice became yours shouting
dear god,
you never saved me from my drowning
i can't breathe,
and i can't grasp into any air
there's nothing that can save me but a prayer

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