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it's that feeling, the one where you turn up the music to turn down the noise in your head the one where you took a drive just to scream at the steering wheel and curse at it for not being something else curse at yourself for not being someone else as your hand slams down on the dash it's the feeling where you've run out of options where you just stop caring and stop feeling so you decide let's ******* feel liquor pours into wounds and stings less than salt smoke makes the bees in your head weary, withering away makes you feel alive it's that feeling where you lost hope the one where you don't know what to do
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Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 1:14 AM UTC
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it's that feeling, the one where you turn up the music to turn down the noise in your head the one where you took a drive just to scream at the steering wheel and curse at it for not being something else curse at yourself for not being someone else as your hand slams down on the dash it's the feeling where you've run out of options where you just stop caring and stop feeling so you decide let's ******* feel liquor pours into wounds and stings less than salt smoke makes the bees in your head weary, withering away makes you feel alive it's that feeling where you lost hope the one where you don't know what to do
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Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 1:14 AM UTC
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