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There are tough days too much in the way days heavy in the soul days no feeling of control days no clear thought days no witty retort days my body is a mess days where do I confess days ******** in the mirror days too much to consider days what if I’d have done that days where is all the fun at days picking at the scab days checking in to rehab days the I’m no good to anyone days someone should just shoot me days there are but they are days the same as all and though they may come thick and fast they fall so stay x
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Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 8:57 AM UTC
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There are tough days too much in the way days heavy in the soul days no feeling of control days no clear thought days no witty retort days my body is a mess days where do I confess days ******** in the mirror days too much to consider days what if I’d have done that days where is all the fun at days picking at the scab days checking in to rehab days the I’m no good to anyone days someone should just shoot me days there are but they are days the same as all and though they may come thick and fast they fall so stay x
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Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 8:57 AM UTC
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