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My hands was cold because of air-conditioner. My eyes are too tired because I stay up all night. I can barely breath because my nose is too cold. My lips are too dry and hurt because too cold. My head is ache and pain until all I see is nothing. I stay in the car and watch outside. I'm tired and dying. Watching you walking out the street with your hands in your pockets. You wear your favorite shirts. A white stripes t-shirts. I don't want you too see me like this. I close my window. I walk inside the house and that moment I realize I can't live. (m.i)
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC
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My hands was cold because of air-conditioner. My eyes are too tired because I stay up all night. I can barely breath because my nose is too cold. My lips are too dry and hurt because too cold. My head is ache and pain until all I see is nothing. I stay in the car and watch outside. I'm tired and dying. Watching you walking out the street with your hands in your pockets. You wear your favorite shirts. A white stripes t-shirts. I don't want you too see me like this. I close my window. I walk inside the house and that moment I realize I can't live. (m.i)
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC
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