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I’m so weary all the time
And I don’t know why
Something holds me in its grasp
I wanna wake up
But there are anchors at my feet
Trying to pull me down
I look up to find
Clouds gather around my head
am I losing my mind
I look down to see
The ground I walk on is made of hands
Trying to pull me down
I’m seeing everything
But tell me what is realॐ


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