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Cynical

I'm having trouble getting out of bed lately.

It seems id rather dream because that's the only place i don't hate me.

 

Cynicism is my confucianism bury my coffin shallow so i can still fell the rain.

 

I can't stand the lack of pain.

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skinwalker
Published
Jul 1, 2014
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-CRM

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#depression#pain#sleeping#numb#habits#numbness
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