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maybe it's the weather maybe it's because i'm turning a year older but whatever it is, there is something that gobbles me up from inside and my bones get weaker and my chest feels heavy and i want to die sunday to sunday i crawl to cling on to life and i scrape my knees on the sidewalk i think of tiny things that could possibly change my tainted view of living, i think about you.
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Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 6:11 AM UTC
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maybe it's the weather maybe it's because i'm turning a year older but whatever it is, there is something that gobbles me up from inside and my bones get weaker and my chest feels heavy and i want to die sunday to sunday i crawl to cling on to life and i scrape my knees on the sidewalk i think of tiny things that could possibly change my tainted view of living, i think about you.
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Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 6:11 AM UTC
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