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Something is really wrong The type that is gut wrenching Pain is thirsty for me My blood is not quenching Something is really wrong The type that makes people keep saying I’m worried about you Until my head starts swaying Something is really wrong The type that makes me sick Hyperventilating slurred speech The ambushes are quick Something is really wrong I can hardly breathe I’m trapped here please help I want to leave Something is really wrong Time ticking like a song Countdown to when I end all that is wrong
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Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC
Something is really wrong
Something is really wrong The type that is gut wrenching Pain is thirsty for me My blood is not quenching Something is really wrong The type that makes people keep saying I’m worried about you Until my head starts swaying Something is really wrong The type that makes me sick Hyperventilating slurred speech The ambushes are quick Something is really wrong I can hardly breathe I’m trapped here please help I want to leave Something is really wrong Time ticking like a song Countdown to when I end all that is wrong
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Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC
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