"Panic Rising"

7 am: stirring again,
Right on schedule,
Right on the dot,
One more time,
This desperate thought.

Hey, you'll make it,
Yes, you'll be fine,
Sick of this place,
Tired of this mind.

This won't kill me,
Just makes me stronger,
This won't stop me,
Just hurts me longer.


Pointed fear, grabbing again,
Back on the mill,
Back on the rack,
One more time,
This panic attack.

Hey, you're alright,
Yes, you pull through,
Tired of this bed,
Sick of this zoo.

This won't kill me,
Just makes me stronger,
Won't stop me,
Just hurts me longer.






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