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Im sick of you.
Im sick of me.
Im sick of all the places
I'll never be.

Im sick of my hair.
Im sick of your eyes.
Im sick of all those
pointless lies.

Im sick to death
of this sickening life
barely preserved
at the point of a knife.

Im just so sick
of being so tired
when everyone else
can be constantly wired.

I throw my jeans on the floor,
crawl into bed
let those sick little dreams
play in my
sick.
little.
head.





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