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all of this
sick.
as if i downed a bottle of pills.
and they've been sitting for a while.
this is the feeling..
i know it all too well..
anticipating the end..
tears fall down my face.
i'm not ready for this.
but i've asked for it.
i wanted it.
every blossom crushed, every ray banished[font=Courier New]..
i did it to myself..
i'm afraid to look inside sometimes.
to see the hollowness in me.
to look and see,... see.. nothing,.. nothing looking back at me..
numb and aware,
too tired to care.
i lay on this bed i've made, and burrow underneath the dirty blankets, cold.
no one nothing to hold.
no comfort,
only darkness that enfolds.
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as if i downed a bottle of pills.
and they've been sitting for a while.
this is the feeling..
i know it all too well..
anticipating the end..
tears fall down my face.
i'm not ready for this.
but i've asked for it.
i wanted it.
every blossom crushed, every ray banished[font=Courier New]..
i did it to myself..
i'm afraid to look inside sometimes.
to see the hollowness in me.
to look and see,... see.. nothing,.. nothing looking back at me..
numb and aware,
too tired to care.
i lay on this bed i've made, and burrow underneath the dirty blankets, cold.
no one nothing to hold.
no comfort,
only darkness that enfolds.
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