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When I am sad I get quiet simple Shake a little on the inside leaking to my hands I get sad a lot Hands shaking so I can barely write Off somewhere inside to some distraction computer, **** sleep, TV There are no veins to open words to fight drugs to fix Dying has a long-term contract When I get sad I get quiet simple
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Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 12:09 PM UTC
When I Get Sad
When I am sad I get quiet simple Shake a little on the inside leaking to my hands I get sad a lot Hands shaking so I can barely write Off somewhere inside to some distraction computer, **** sleep, TV There are no veins to open words to fight drugs to fix Dying has a long-term contract When I get sad I get quiet simple
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Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 12:09 PM UTC
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