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289 · Jul 2014
What's Keeping Me Awake
Why am I still trying?
I work so hard to just keep this rhythmic breathing up..
I'm tired, I'm sick, and I'm dying.
I think I have finally had enough.
The pills are in the drawer,
And I'm sure they'd handle it all just fine.
This time they wouldn't think I was a joke,
If they found me in my clothes asleep.

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