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Nov 2013
All I'm doing is sitting here
trying to get over and face my fear
Over and over the cycling twists
Till you give up and slit your wrists

No one could ever understand me
How's it's impossible to be free
The world is so terrifying
In my head I'm already dying

Just get through one more day
Before anxiety makes me decay
I'm a broken, beaten soul
And it's official, depressions taken its tole
Jenna Moulton
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Jenna Moulton
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   Santiago and Michael Pick
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