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The universe hands me everything For some reason I push it away I'm selfish, wasteful Worthless and hopeless Nowhere to run Except six feet under I'm ready to be stuck there I wish I never had to wake up It would make it easier on everyone On everything
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
cant stand still
The universe hands me everything For some reason I push it away I'm selfish, wasteful Worthless and hopeless Nowhere to run Except six feet under I'm ready to be stuck there I wish I never had to wake up It would make it easier on everyone On everything
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
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