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May 2017
the bells are ringing
but nobody's home
I'm living alone
in my own private hell
Inside my head
feeling so
dead to this world
one step from slipping
over the edge...........
but these shots and these drugs
nonetheless
keep me sane
from bashing my brains
and slashing my wrist
the bells are ringing
Jason Schnepper
Written by
Jason Schnepper  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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