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Weight
I breath in deep
Smoke pierces my lungs
I let out
and cross an "x" on my wrist
I breath in deep
and my body is showered with crimson beads that go deeper
I take a bite of hell to hold me over for a while
I decorate my body with more beads as a kind of punishment
I breathe deep
All these decorations are getting heavy
I'm breathing (in,out,in,out,in,out)
I get light headed
And drop the decorations
I was breathing so heavy
Those beads were so heavy
I guess I just collapsed
Under the heavy weight
Smoke pierces my lungs
I let out
and cross an "x" on my wrist
I breath in deep
and my body is showered with crimson beads that go deeper
I take a bite of hell to hold me over for a while
I decorate my body with more beads as a kind of punishment
I breathe deep
All these decorations are getting heavy
I'm breathing (in,out,in,out,in,out)
I get light headed
And drop the decorations
I was breathing so heavy
Those beads were so heavy
I guess I just collapsed
Under the heavy weight
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