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Sigh Sometimes I wake up out of breath Questioning if I am living only for death My bed holds bad dreams and demons No peace comes when I am sleeping Questioning if I am living only for death I hate my life and I have nothing left No peace comes when I am sleeping Only thing keeping me sane is books I hate my life and I have nothing left I care for others more than I do myself Only thing keeping me sane is books My friends wear makeup and cute looks I care for others more than I do myself I can hardly stand getting out of bed My friends wear makeup and cute looks While I can't stomach my own reflection Sometimes I wake up out of breath -A Black Girl Untold
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May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 1:11 PM UTC
Circle of Life
Sigh Sometimes I wake up out of breath Questioning if I am living only for death My bed holds bad dreams and demons No peace comes when I am sleeping Questioning if I am living only for death I hate my life and I have nothing left No peace comes when I am sleeping Only thing keeping me sane is books I hate my life and I have nothing left I care for others more than I do myself Only thing keeping me sane is books My friends wear makeup and cute looks I care for others more than I do myself I can hardly stand getting out of bed My friends wear makeup and cute looks While I can't stomach my own reflection Sometimes I wake up out of breath -A Black Girl Untold
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Irie529
19/Pittsburgh
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 1:11 PM UTC
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