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Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me,

Distracting, reacting,

Against my will I stand beside my own reflection,

It’s haunting,

How I can’t seem,

To find myself again,

My walls are closing in,

(Without a sense of confidence,

I’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to take)

I’ve felt this way before,

So insecure...

Crawling in my skin,

These wounds they will not heal,

Fear is how I fall,

Confusing what is real...

Confusing what is real...

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