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And, I feel frantic. Like I need to go go go go go go. But my husband says I can’t leave. He says he doesn’t even want me to tell him that I want to go for a drive because it makes him nervous.
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Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
Tori Amos ~ Crucify
Dx: Schizoaffective Disorder
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