It Seems I Find Myself Feeling
Short Of Breath && Losing Hope Once Again.
I'm At My End &&
I Can't Breathe;;
My Lungs and My Heart Can't Stand The Crying Anymore.
Their Sore; Beaten && Brusied.
I'm Crying Out For Some Relief...
I Lie On My Bed;
Take Medication;
&& Hope The Pain Ends Soon.
[When deep down I know, it never will]
Now The Numbing Feeling Is Here Once Again
But Just For A Short, Brief Visit.
In The End, We May Die From The Medication.
But At Least We Killed The Pain.
The Things We Do To Stay Alive;;
Please tell me what you think
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You So Stole That From Me.
Except You Changed The Words.
We Might Die From Medication
But We Sure Killed All The Pain.
Loser
You Depress Me.
I Love You<33333333
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"In The End, We May Die From The Medication.
But At Least We Killed The Pain.
The Things We Do To Stay Alive;;"
Daniel, just talk to me...
what the hell is going on?
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