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Mar 2017
I'm tired of being tired but
I’m even more tired of being awake
I hate breathing
But everytime i try to stop
I tell myself i want to keep pushing myself
To see how long i can hold my breath
I see it as a game
But should you play with death?
“Stop ******* eating Xanax”
Keep eating xanax
The same people telling you to stop
Give you more reasons to play the game
Most people want to win
I’d rather lose
I want to disappear
They tell me this is only going to end one way
And i respond with only one word
“Hopefully”
Katelin Smith
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