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Jan 2011
there's nothing to write about
and nothing to talk about
i'm blank
in the bitterest desesperation
of knowing that i have to do something and i can't finish it
my chest is going to explode
of all the weight that i have in my back
everything is over me
and nothing is normal again
and even when i know that everything is going to be fine in a blink
i don't have any hope that that's gonna happen
Written by
mizznallely
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