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In these times, when enduring great strain I do it, I've done it, just shut down my brain It's a blocking system, it reduces the pain Shutting, cutting it out with nothing to gain My heart is aching, bloated inside my chest Nothing excites me fully. Powder, *** rest It's like you are trying, putting me to a test Stay silent, stay absent keep molesting my heart Can't function with so much restricted breath I can't take this, can't endure it much longer
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Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 5:11 AM UTC
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In these times, when enduring great strain I do it, I've done it, just shut down my brain It's a blocking system, it reduces the pain Shutting, cutting it out with nothing to gain My heart is aching, bloated inside my chest Nothing excites me fully. Powder, *** rest It's like you are trying, putting me to a test Stay silent, stay absent keep molesting my heart Can't function with so much restricted breath I can't take this, can't endure it much longer
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Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 5:11 AM UTC
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