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Maybe you're afraid you're dying Maybe we're all lying Sometimes I think I'm well but then I return to my same ******* hell I created this hell in my bones I can only escape for short moments in time Now all I can think about is my death And your name exiting my mouth with my last breath
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
On my last breath
Maybe you're afraid you're dying Maybe we're all lying Sometimes I think I'm well but then I return to my same ******* hell I created this hell in my bones I can only escape for short moments in time Now all I can think about is my death And your name exiting my mouth with my last breath
Ex-psycho
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
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