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I'm tired of being tired but I’m even more tired of being awake I hate breathing But everytime i try to stop I tell myself i want to keep pushing myself To see how long i can hold my breath I see it as a game But should you play with death? “Stop ******* eating Xanax” Keep eating xanax The same people telling you to stop Give you more reasons to play the game Most people want to win I’d rather lose I want to disappear They tell me this is only going to end one way And i respond with only one word “Hopefully”
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 12:26 PM UTC
my monster
I'm tired of being tired but I’m even more tired of being awake I hate breathing But everytime i try to stop I tell myself i want to keep pushing myself To see how long i can hold my breath I see it as a game But should you play with death? “Stop ******* eating Xanax” Keep eating xanax The same people telling you to stop Give you more reasons to play the game Most people want to win I’d rather lose I want to disappear They tell me this is only going to end one way And i respond with only one word “Hopefully”
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 12:26 PM UTC
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