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relief

i have tried to get away
every chance i could
i beg and plead
but you tell me i'm good
i planted the seed
to this horrible life
that i now lead

there is so much doubt
that i could ever go without
i am dead inside
like i've been burnt alive
not knowing if i will survive
i just need some relief
from this everlasting grief

relief comes in the form of a pill
that has drove my life downhill
but this feeling will pass
it will never last
it stays just beyond my grasp
Written by heatherb
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