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Jul 2014
my lungs can only take so much before i drown
tried to call 911 but my fingers forgot how
now I’m swimming in a sea of troubles
there is no escape
my white flag was torn to shreds by the wind that's whipping my face
calling for help is useless now
my throat is raw from my screams
eyes are getting foggy
if i sleep I’ll awake from this dream
lemon
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lemon  somewhere in the midwest
(somewhere in the midwest)   
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