Born & raised

I'm so weary
All the time
And I don't know why
Something holds me in its grasp
I want to wake up
But there are anchors at my feet
They are trying to pull me down
I look up to find
Clouds gather around my head
Am I losing my mind
I look down to see
The ground I walk on is made of hands
Trying to pull me down

I'm seeing everything
But tell me what is real ૐ
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