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I'm tired I really am No love for me in hand I touch my self to fill the void Even if deep down I am destroyed I can't fix what's left of me And I'm down on one knee The other can't bend is broken Actually all of me is, broken I'm just 22! Can you believe it? Is pain less painful when older? Am I bringing myself this stupid pain Am I complaining for no reason in vain? Does anybody hear me, I cry for help Alone, alone, alone, I' m angry! Help I'm having a panic attack every once is a while And right now is one of those days, again I go wild
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Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 6:32 AM UTC
Wild
I'm tired I really am No love for me in hand I touch my self to fill the void Even if deep down I am destroyed I can't fix what's left of me And I'm down on one knee The other can't bend is broken Actually all of me is, broken I'm just 22! Can you believe it? Is pain less painful when older? Am I bringing myself this stupid pain Am I complaining for no reason in vain? Does anybody hear me, I cry for help Alone, alone, alone, I' m angry! Help I'm having a panic attack every once is a while And right now is one of those days, again I go wild
For those days that I barely hold myself together
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Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 6:32 AM UTC
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