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Ashley Apr 2015
Haven't slept in a while im runnin out of breath
My appetite aint vital the pain inside my chest building up into a fire
Dug my own precious grave becoming the devil's slave
Loosing all my hope being left all alone
the only open window lead me to dope
Twistn the pipe or doin a line shooting up finding a way to get high
Don't even care about these  bruises in my arms i don't mean self-harm
Im loosing weight getting questioned if im okay im not about to change cuz she makes me feel sane
Makin me numb forgetting about everything just having  fun!

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