Why do we do this to ourselves!?
A panic on the thickest slice of ice known to any man, cannot seemingly disguise the underlying animosity – preposterously concentrated and utterly willing to pull the metaphorical rug from right beneath your sizeable everything
You sin and, rest-assured, it will grow alarmingly thin
Our skin has never been oh so very aware, causing these hairs to stand to rather grand attention
When we just must try our best to turn the harrowing tide, hide all of these crying inadequacies if needs be
Build a backbone and, trust me, the ability to swim to your own reprieve will undoubtedly win out
Go right ahead, be that diamond in the undeniable rough – shining so soon as your body behind to shake, aforementioned ice takes it entirely upon said self to quake

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