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Some days I lie in bed Over come by A sense of dread Lips trembling But nothings to be said Mind tries to get up But my feet are bricks of lead Breaking point is near My hearts already dead
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Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC
My Hearts Already Dead
Some days I lie in bed Over come by A sense of dread Lips trembling But nothings to be said Mind tries to get up But my feet are bricks of lead Breaking point is near My hearts already dead
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F/lost in thought
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC
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