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I'm so cold I hate the snow And now my skin Is almost just as white The number on the scale Goes down by the day Along with it My energy Hope Love Care and life. I'm killing myself I understand that now. I don't want to live like this, but I know no other way I long to fell peace I long to feel free And although I claim That this life is giving it to me It's really a lie. And I'm in a cage. Save me from myself Please, I pray. Save me from me, because I might not see another day.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
Hunger Pains
I'm so cold I hate the snow And now my skin Is almost just as white The number on the scale Goes down by the day Along with it My energy Hope Love Care and life. I'm killing myself I understand that now. I don't want to live like this, but I know no other way I long to fell peace I long to feel free And although I claim That this life is giving it to me It's really a lie. And I'm in a cage. Save me from myself Please, I pray. Save me from me, because I might not see another day.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
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