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Tired. That's all I can think of to describe the hourglass I've trapped myself in the same old routine every flip ends up the same and I'm in the bottom of the pit The sand piles up and I try to desperately try not to be buried under it Isn't it so much easier to just let it envelop me to embrace my lungs and to stop me from staying alive
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
Hourglass
Tired. That's all I can think of to describe the hourglass I've trapped myself in the same old routine every flip ends up the same and I'm in the bottom of the pit The sand piles up and I try to desperately try not to be buried under it Isn't it so much easier to just let it envelop me to embrace my lungs and to stop me from staying alive
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
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