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Stop Count to ten See if your world still ends Anxiety Prophecies Storms that your mind invents Storms that your mind invents Storms that your mind invents Stop and count to ten It feels like something's breaking Like the ground is reaching up and pulling me in Into a spiral where the fear begins Is this panic or fiction Doing cartwheels in my lungs Whispering doomsday on my tongue Painting the worst case on my ribcage Till the spiral says that I'm done Stop Count to ten See if your world still ends Anxiety Prophecies Storms that your mind invents Storms that your mind invents Storms that your mind invents Stop and count to ten Is it real or is it fake If I don't move, does this feeling shake? Is this real or is it fake I've already counted to ten So please just tell me Will this feeling go away Will this feeling Go away