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May 2013
Maybe it's not important
That I feel sick to my stomach
That I should just indulge in what I have
Because nothing matters anyways
That everything is temporary
And I'm still so young
Maybe it's not important
That I want to die
That I'm so blinded by the present I don't believe in a future
Because nothing matters anyways
That everything is temporary
And I'm still so young
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