Kill me now, please make it quick, im sickk of this shit. as i slip though this trip called life. my mind splits, i sit and wonder why.. why i only hurt the people that stand by my side, to chase a high, to try and find a reason to escape this daily grind. unable to find a sign, i cant get by, its all a lie, im tied up, tried but tired, my mind feels like its been fried, as i die a little more inside..
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