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I feel like folding it all in
its a mystery why its so great the pressure
I guess I let it get to me for sure

I want collapse like a folding chair
and have someone slip me into my cover
I want this drudgery to be over.

I have nothing to give but pull out more
In needing of it my self your giving
I just do not feel as if I am living

I will be here starving of you
and eat the crumbs of incencerity
your yeah sure I wills and of coursities

I wish is were less complex
I just wanted someone to know
before I fold and wallow in the colours of my misery.