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Oct 2015
I don't want to be myself
she has too many secrets
I'm drowning in them and
there's no shore in sight
I keep too many things to myself
and it's poisoning me from the
inside out, I need help but
I don't want it...
someone drug me or fill
my bloodstream with alcohol
anything to erase my sense
of self, it wont help but it'll
let me forget for a night
Why was I born to this life?
D
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D  25/Canada
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