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I am scaredPrayBecauseI think I'm scared of myselfMy problems and faultsThey lay upon a shelfBring it out with the shroomI'm paranoid laying crouched in a roomI will pushingAway from a love that is close to meI'll go awayI need to be stable like my buddy with grey bellCalled up my momCause I know she was strongTalked about Jesus, my daddy, and bongsAside from the world that I knowPeople and whatnot and girls that do blowBrought back to childhoodNot close to feeling goodGo away