I'm a bit of a manic when it's not as I plan it, I start losing my head and then I get up in a panic





Remember when we were kids and always knew when to quit it, are we denying a crisis or are we scared of admitting it?

I don't want to know, I just want to run to you and break off the chains and throw them away. I just want to be so much and shake off the dust that turned me to rust. Sooner than later I need a savior.

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