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So much on my mind; I don't know how it fit in my brain This much pain will drive me insane So much on my heart, it might stop Is love like a crop? If so, how do I make it grow? So much weight on me, I feel like my bones will break Could you carry my burdens Dang, I need a break My head hurts, I feel a hole in my chest, And my body feels weak Am I dying this weak? Someone help me I'm weak! If no one comes I'll really die this week
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Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
Dead at the end of the week
So much on my mind; I don't know how it fit in my brain This much pain will drive me insane So much on my heart, it might stop Is love like a crop? If so, how do I make it grow? So much weight on me, I feel like my bones will break Could you carry my burdens Dang, I need a break My head hurts, I feel a hole in my chest, And my body feels weak Am I dying this weak? Someone help me I'm weak! If no one comes I'll really die this week
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21/M/Florida
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
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