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Anxiety fills my lungs Controls my tongue Face to face With disgrace Suicide fills my head All other thoughts have fled Fingertips pressed to fingertips Guided from the Devils lips Depression fills my heart Tearing me clean apart Hand pressed to hand Praying can reprimand Paranoia tingles on my skin It's coming from deep within They are faceless deaths Waiting for our few last breaths
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
Faceless Deaths
Anxiety fills my lungs Controls my tongue Face to face With disgrace Suicide fills my head All other thoughts have fled Fingertips pressed to fingertips Guided from the Devils lips Depression fills my heart Tearing me clean apart Hand pressed to hand Praying can reprimand Paranoia tingles on my skin It's coming from deep within They are faceless deaths Waiting for our few last breaths
Sometimes I don't know why i'm still here. I guess we all feel like that sometimes. So its normal. Right?
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
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