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I'm sick of the fall when I try to fly I'm sick of the let-downs and regular goodbyes I'm sick of the lying scheming and deceiving sick of depression illness and under-eating I'm tired of living in a misshapen society I'm tired of myself and my constant anxiety I can't help but think if I just slipped away would anyone care or ask me to stay? For he says I'm his love then leaves the next day meets another dreadful hook-up and presumes I'm okay Well, I'm done with the deluding I'm done with the cheating I'm done with my heart and I'm done with its beating.
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
I'm done
I'm sick of the fall when I try to fly I'm sick of the let-downs and regular goodbyes I'm sick of the lying scheming and deceiving sick of depression illness and under-eating I'm tired of living in a misshapen society I'm tired of myself and my constant anxiety I can't help but think if I just slipped away would anyone care or ask me to stay? For he says I'm his love then leaves the next day meets another dreadful hook-up and presumes I'm okay Well, I'm done with the deluding I'm done with the cheating I'm done with my heart and I'm done with its beating.
call-me-satan
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
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