The pressure is building.

I’m breaking as I struggle to breathe.

In my mind I’m starting to question,

what exactly it is I believe.

Am I all alone?

Is there anyone there?

And if they are,

how do I find out where?

These questions are troubling.

haunting my fearful mind.

While I search everywhere for assurance,

that someday things will be fine.

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