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And I’m just so sick of wasting time
of floating by, of losing life
the numbness hurts me, cuts me down
in my unwept tears I drown
there’s this sorrow, buried deep
that only eases when I sleep
and when I wake, it settles in
each breath is torture, I let it win
hatred works up through my veins
the pure rage that calls my name
the screams of grief attack my ears
my vision blurs, my anger sears
I close my eyes and fade to black
and pretend I’m never coming back

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