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As I sit down to think I slowly close my eyes To feel it flow openly It's been a little while But it hasn't been easy I'm going out of my mind It was so good for my body To let the air taste my blood So why count the days since I can't use angry thoughts They can't help me abstain From making dark red blots Pills and drinks don't mix Knives are just a problem Doctors want a quick fix But life's already awful Self help clinics With aggravating offers But I don't see a fault line So I don't have a problem To me this is normal So what's with all the drama Can't you let me do this Stop forcing help like cough drops Medicine's no answer It's simply not a sickness Scars will just scab over Are your glasses so tinted Let me deal with myself And you go do your own stuff Stop playing with my health I mean, I'm still alive Pills and drinks don't mix Knives are just a problem Doctors want a quick fix But life's already awful Self help clinics With aggravating offers But I don't see a fault line So I don't have a problem Not a mental condition It's not what you're thinking No mental remission Just a lack of a feeling I simply don't care For friends that are leaving I don't even need them Just less reason for me to bleed A global indifference That's not new to me It causes no problems But I can't seem to dream Pills and drinks don't mix Knives are just a problem Doctors want a quick fix But life's already awful Self help clinics With aggravating offers But I don't see a fault line So I don't have a problem
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Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
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As I sit down to think I slowly close my eyes To feel it flow openly It's been a little while But it hasn't been easy I'm going out of my mind It was so good for my body To let the air taste my blood So why count the days since I can't use angry thoughts They can't help me abstain From making dark red blots Pills and drinks don't mix Knives are just a problem Doctors want a quick fix But life's already awful Self help clinics With aggravating offers But I don't see a fault line So I don't have a problem To me this is normal So what's with all the drama Can't you let me do this Stop forcing help like cough drops Medicine's no answer It's simply not a sickness Scars will just scab over Are your glasses so tinted Let me deal with myself And you go do your own stuff Stop playing with my health I mean, I'm still alive Pills and drinks don't mix Knives are just a problem Doctors want a quick fix But life's already awful Self help clinics With aggravating offers But I don't see a fault line So I don't have a problem Not a mental condition It's not what you're thinking No mental remission Just a lack of a feeling I simply don't care For friends that are leaving I don't even need them Just less reason for me to bleed A global indifference That's not new to me It causes no problems But I can't seem to dream Pills and drinks don't mix Knives are just a problem Doctors want a quick fix But life's already awful Self help clinics With aggravating offers But I don't see a fault line So I don't have a problem
yuck
michael-pick
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Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
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