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As tears rush down my face
I keep my breathing at a steady pace
I feel my heart my heart thumping beneath my skin
My brain focused on every single sin

The touch of other people burns me
My friends say "it's a faze, but you'll see"
But it's not a faze, it's a fear
A fear that I've developed over the year

AN this is still being developed but voila

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