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It's 3:45 in the morning and I can feel my heart beat rack my body My pulse is fast and tense; no more sleep for me It's ironic that the only time it slowed down to a sleeping rate Was when I thought about stopping it permanently
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Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 6:42 AM UTC
Pulse
It's 3:45 in the morning and I can feel my heart beat rack my body My pulse is fast and tense; no more sleep for me It's ironic that the only time it slowed down to a sleeping rate Was when I thought about stopping it permanently
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Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 6:42 AM UTC
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