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Having diseased skin makes it harder to decay Having these thoughts How to make it go away No sign says I'm okay How am I supposed to make it through each day Being dead for this long Made me realize you only have you Blood dried up Bones now dust No longer is my mind at bay So wake up Pray.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC
Wake Up
Having diseased skin makes it harder to decay Having these thoughts How to make it go away No sign says I'm okay How am I supposed to make it through each day Being dead for this long Made me realize you only have you Blood dried up Bones now dust No longer is my mind at bay So wake up Pray.
#depression#dark#deep
black_moth
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black_moth
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC
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