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I'm getting weaker each day. Paranoia's all I got left. There's so much... I could not say. All is chaos in my head. No one's here to help, And everyone's leaving. My sutured wounds, once again... are opening. Just here... Waiting for my deathbed.
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 1:22 AM UTC
Melancholia
I'm getting weaker each day. Paranoia's all I got left. There's so much... I could not say. All is chaos in my head. No one's here to help, And everyone's leaving. My sutured wounds, once again... are opening. Just here... Waiting for my deathbed.
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100/F/Middle of Nowhere
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 1:22 AM UTC
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