it stacks up on you
the feeling in your bones
you feel like you're losing a fight
there's an invisible enemy
pushing and pulling you along
the things I remember might not be right
my memory's damaged since most of it happened
I still think about it
it's a secret I keep to myself
I torture myself with my memories
I worry about things that might never happen
in a way I wouldn't be surprised if they did
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