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I wake up everyday and take pills and pills and pills the insanity will go- I was promised I don't think she has I am tired today. I am tired everyday The sense of awakening is lost I can feel it in my aching bones Pentetrating darkness I am a stranger in my body I cannot remember who I was I can no longer smile I don't go outside I am always alone I drink my coffee and meanwhile I can't help but keep killing myself over and over and over I love the feeling of fatality that fills my lungs I am lost everywhere I go and I am shrinking quickly I am missing out on everywhere and I am declining fast Every day is one day closer to the darkness (Shall I go to bed?) And there are times when I can't look away from it I don't feel anything anymore How long can I dangle down here on a string? Saying goodbye to broken promises The madness is dying But it is all wrapped up in me Even the snowfall meant nothing this year All alone and pondering About whether ghosts are real -Jesse Haydn
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Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 11:56 AM UTC
Lithium
I wake up everyday and take pills and pills and pills the insanity will go- I was promised I don't think she has I am tired today. I am tired everyday The sense of awakening is lost I can feel it in my aching bones Pentetrating darkness I am a stranger in my body I cannot remember who I was I can no longer smile I don't go outside I am always alone I drink my coffee and meanwhile I can't help but keep killing myself over and over and over I love the feeling of fatality that fills my lungs I am lost everywhere I go and I am shrinking quickly I am missing out on everywhere and I am declining fast Every day is one day closer to the darkness (Shall I go to bed?) And there are times when I can't look away from it I don't feel anything anymore How long can I dangle down here on a string? Saying goodbye to broken promises The madness is dying But it is all wrapped up in me Even the snowfall meant nothing this year All alone and pondering About whether ghosts are real -Jesse Haydn
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Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 11:56 AM UTC
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