”I get the creeps from all the people in here
I cannot breathe, it’s too crowded in here
Don’t look at me I don’t wanna be seen, touched.
Tell me I should stick around for you.
Tell me I can have it all.
I’m over-existing in limbo
I’m over the myths and placebos
I don’t really mind if I just fade away”

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