About how life can start to suffocate us, but we look to God to get us through.
Hands, like vises, tightly grip my brain,
Squeezing tighter and tighter until I want to scream,
I fear it will make me go insane,
Like some sort of very bad dream.
Behind my eyes the pressure mounts,
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