Again
its the time of the year again To start the day with a complaint Feeling pulse beating in the vein I can't hold it anymore I can't keep the pain 8 months for nothing I knew it was coming I thought i would quit But i couldn't stop it Overwhelmed by everything can't do anything Making it hard to think I began to suddenly shrink My friends don't even notice like why can't they just focus? Notice im trying To stop finally dying
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