Panic Attack
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Для взрослыхВ процессе<5 min
Last published вск, янв. 27, 2019
The desire to run is strong,
but my limbs are frozen,
I'm dissolving; stifling,
In internal quick sand.
Nearly drowning in tears,
That soak my skin,
In my ocean of panic;
I never learned to swim.
Cover Art designed by Ryan Cornish
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