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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