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I want to yell at the top of my ****** up lungs Debri will fly out of my mouth Like the smoke that I inhale As I think of the fastest way to die What is it that I feel toward myself? That's the better question I'm tired of thinking I'm tired of feeling That when anything is possible why can't I die Ayudame, help me Talking to my mind My soul my soul why do you break yourself Berate yourself as if tomorrow is but a dream Ghost
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
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I want to yell at the top of my ****** up lungs Debri will fly out of my mouth Like the smoke that I inhale As I think of the fastest way to die What is it that I feel toward myself? That's the better question I'm tired of thinking I'm tired of feeling That when anything is possible why can't I die Ayudame, help me Talking to my mind My soul my soul why do you break yourself Berate yourself as if tomorrow is but a dream Ghost
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
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