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Hiding from fear, ignoring the pain None of yourself is there left to regain Falling slowly, slipping away Waiting for sleep that calls demons to play Wishing for death to come fly you elsewhere Smiling again with this last breath of fresh air Pop open the bottle, one handful; not enough Swallowing 50, I promise, is tough Heart is now racing, I think I'm flying! But unaware that I'm actually dying Closing my eyes, then awaking once more Seeing the white coats open the door
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Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC
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Hiding from fear, ignoring the pain None of yourself is there left to regain Falling slowly, slipping away Waiting for sleep that calls demons to play Wishing for death to come fly you elsewhere Smiling again with this last breath of fresh air Pop open the bottle, one handful; not enough Swallowing 50, I promise, is tough Heart is now racing, I think I'm flying! But unaware that I'm actually dying Closing my eyes, then awaking once more Seeing the white coats open the door
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Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC
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