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Can you feel it? The rush. The height the wind it's making you flush. You are going to die. die. All you can do is sigh Every movement filled with pain. pain. It's all you know but this isn't your first go. fourteen, fifteen, sixteen and still At seventeen you have no will to live breathe you're impatient dependent on things that **** **** stop take a breath is this really the way? Mom I'm alone alone you're constantly surrounded by people who love you but mom you don't understand I'm hanging on by a single strand not simple, not simple not simple at all We all eventually fall fall
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC
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Can you feel it? The rush. The height the wind it's making you flush. You are going to die. die. All you can do is sigh Every movement filled with pain. pain. It's all you know but this isn't your first go. fourteen, fifteen, sixteen and still At seventeen you have no will to live breathe you're impatient dependent on things that **** **** stop take a breath is this really the way? Mom I'm alone alone you're constantly surrounded by people who love you but mom you don't understand I'm hanging on by a single strand not simple, not simple not simple at all We all eventually fall fall
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC
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