i think i need a paper bag
and deep breaths, steady
in, in, out, hear me out
a few steps back
my heart is growing
thawing out
i'm clawing at the walls
never know if i am ready
never know anything
nervous, shake, and shiver
your few steps back
i'm rethinking everything
alone, alone, alone
i should stay this way
maybe i should stay the same.
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