I'm getting used to not sleeping again.
Their voices, they ring inside my head.
It's getting harder to breathe again.
Each day, it fills me with dread.
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
I'm getting used to not sleeping again.
Their voices, they ring inside my head.
It's getting harder to breathe again.
Each day, it fills me with dread.
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