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First stick, in the morning Telling myself that you can do this thing Still not yet convinced, second stick Telling myself that It's not worth it, flick Third stick, saying I don't give a **** Breathe, breathe It's hard to breathe Fourth stick, telling myself that I deserve someone better Fifth stick, I'm so fed up with everything Sixth stick, do I want her back? yes? no? I dont know what to act Seventh stick, why am I like this? I don't understand, trying to make sense of this Eight stick, do you still think of me? Lungs intoxicated, staying alive as long as I can Let me breathe normally once again
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC
Up To The Last Cigarette
First stick, in the morning Telling myself that you can do this thing Still not yet convinced, second stick Telling myself that It's not worth it, flick Third stick, saying I don't give a **** Breathe, breathe It's hard to breathe Fourth stick, telling myself that I deserve someone better Fifth stick, I'm so fed up with everything Sixth stick, do I want her back? yes? no? I dont know what to act Seventh stick, why am I like this? I don't understand, trying to make sense of this Eight stick, do you still think of me? Lungs intoxicated, staying alive as long as I can Let me breathe normally once again
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naufragatedmind
23/Non-binary
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC
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