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Nov 2016
everything hurts all the time
the smoke stings
the strings of the guitar eroded
the chemicals that make me smile don't seem to be working anymore
my brain is done for
it hurts my chest
down to the core
i just want to feel something
that isn't this pain
it's all i know
when you sleep
it's the time where i can finally cry
where i crave to die
4am
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4am  chicago
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