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I just can't out run this feeling That comes at the end of my days The creeping sums of my failures Grip me hard and fast by the throat Pills can offer numbness for now So I take them liberally But they're not a sort of answer Just an artificial night's sleep
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Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
Medicated Failure
I just can't out run this feeling That comes at the end of my days The creeping sums of my failures Grip me hard and fast by the throat Pills can offer numbness for now So I take them liberally But they're not a sort of answer Just an artificial night's sleep
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Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
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