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Tell me, have you always felt knocked down,

When the silence is the only sound?

Do you feel the weight of the world cave in,

Like a cycle that never seems to begin or end?

Does your mind keep spinning like a restless tide,

Pulling you under with no place to hide?

Do you wish to rewind to the start of it all,

Only to freeze when it feels like it's all your fault?

So tell me, how do we break this endless chain,

Of feeling overwhelmed and drowning in pain?

When confusion's the only path we've ever known,

And every thought cuts straight to the bone.

We carry the blows, every scar, every bruise,

Like shadows that cling no matter what we choose.

So please, tell me, is there a way to recover?

A way to breathe, to find a buffer?