Pressure
pressure, temptation, healing, scars.
So much agitation, so much nerves.
Everyone is so pissy, makes me wanna cut.
No incoming money, none to pay my stuff.
I wanna go back, to the place where im at peace,
no ranting raving ********, to tear piece from piece.
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