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The more i think, the more i know. I know i am a failure. I know i am unwanted. I don't ever want to leave this room. I don't want to leave this bed. It will be my final resting place. Like a body bag. Because there is no glory in a bag. Just like there isn't any in this bed. Im lethargic, Im dying.
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 3:41 AM UTC
Body Bag
The more i think, the more i know. I know i am a failure. I know i am unwanted. I don't ever want to leave this room. I don't want to leave this bed. It will be my final resting place. Like a body bag. Because there is no glory in a bag. Just like there isn't any in this bed. Im lethargic, Im dying.
tea-lee
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 3:41 AM UTC
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