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I searched for a way out. Don't we all?
Existentialist recall: turn in all
All dichotomies and truths that I gave.
I felt wrong in many ways. Didn't heal.
It just got harder everyday to be still,
To be passing through the throes in a daze,
Feeling heavy, feeling cold in my skin,
In my hand-me-downs. I'm wearing everything thin.
And the pills that you gave didn't do anything.
I just slept for years on end, FUCK
