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Admit
Need some solid ground, can’t afford the cement
The view is a bit blurry, need to defragment
Write it all down, and be sure to document
Everything is out of place, I need to find a better arrangement
I’m sitting passenger but the driver is absent
No time to react, need to circumvent
Stop looking into the past to understand the present
Grab the wheel before there’s an accident
Spinning out of control, it’s too late
I dreamt this to be my fate
Thoughts I can’t keep straight
Making it hard to concentrate
I self-sabotage and deprecate
While trying to communicate
Waiting for it all to escalate
Knowing traps are waiting to detonate
I turned to alchemy when nothing else fit
Now I've learned to live with it
I don't think I can ever quit
That's what I have to admit
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