I'm feeling restless, but I don't know why. Fels like time is standing still. So many people and I'm feeling shy. I would with pleasure pass away. No one can complain. I don't care it is a Saturday, I'll spend rest of day at home. Won't go home 'n' spoil another day, This is my chance to be not me. I gotta feeling that I'm breaking 'n' my hands are shaking. My heart is bumping 'n' I'm trying to relax or something (Feeling low/wasting my time) I feel like stone when someone talks to me. Can't get a word out of my mouth. Its a bad habit and you'll always be. I would with pleasure pass away. Slipping in corners like I'd made something Which has made me feel so small. I know I haven't got that dignity. This is my chance to be not me.
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