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It's not that I hear voices I just imagine it all so slow The looks upon faces How it's better when i go The world without me in it, Seems such a better place Free from worldly trouble With no one on my case Inadequacy takes over A cut helps calm the stress No one understands me Who have I got to impress? Forever dreaming of the end I loathe every inch of myself Nothing makes it better Pills, *** or wealth Too self involved to do the deed Drowning cannot succeed Lacking passion never tears Bland, mundane for all these years
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
The sweet release
It's not that I hear voices I just imagine it all so slow The looks upon faces How it's better when i go The world without me in it, Seems such a better place Free from worldly trouble With no one on my case Inadequacy takes over A cut helps calm the stress No one understands me Who have I got to impress? Forever dreaming of the end I loathe every inch of myself Nothing makes it better Pills, *** or wealth Too self involved to do the deed Drowning cannot succeed Lacking passion never tears Bland, mundane for all these years
madaline
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
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