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Feb 7
I don't feel like myself
I don't know what's gotten into me.

No feelings, no thoughts
Only infrequent suffocating gasps
And the desire to sleep after each relapse
If I could,
I would scream till I lost my voice
or lost my head

Wanna slam my head against the wall
Rip my heart, take it out
So the numbness becomes perpetual
Already dead,
Why should my heart ache?
Written by
shaya
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