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Are you tired of all the lies?
Of all the bullshit I pull.
I'm sorry I feel numb.
Are you sick of me yet?
I can leave.
I'm sorry I'm a bother.
It's good now,
I have that feeling where I no longer,
feel at all.
Paralyzed with
Fear
Anxiety
Thoughts
Everything.
Of all the bullshit I pull.
I'm sorry I feel numb.
Are you sick of me yet?
I can leave.
I'm sorry I'm a bother.
It's good now,
I have that feeling where I no longer,
feel at all.
Paralyzed with
Fear
Anxiety
Thoughts
Everything.
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