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Always so stressed. Im a mess, at best. Lifes a test. And I'm barely passing Its distracting. My thoughts attacking. My vision blacking. Passed out, people shout. Depression no doubt. These pills, give me chills. But the calm is for real, ideal.
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
Calm.
Always so stressed. Im a mess, at best. Lifes a test. And I'm barely passing Its distracting. My thoughts attacking. My vision blacking. Passed out, people shout. Depression no doubt. These pills, give me chills. But the calm is for real, ideal.
LRaeLee
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
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