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Aug 2014
Am I a ***** for not wanting to be alive right now?
Am I a ***** for running to the pills?
The alcohol no longer drowns out the sadness
The music no longer fades out the sounds
Or fills up the silence
I'm in the center of a crowd
Of a thousand sweating bodies
And I can feel their heartbeats pulsing as my own
But I still feel more than I've ever felt
Oh, I'm not quite sure I can carry out
So empty and alone
arubybluebird
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