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PsychosisIsReal

Published: Mar 19, 2017

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Just relax,
Let it out,
Now stop!

Stay calm,
You don't need it,
Trust me!

It'll feel good,
I promise you this,
Be happy!

No more wasting,
That precious air,
I said stop!

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