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"Maybe things will get better." Why does that seem like
such a lie?
All the things I took as a certainty, suddenly, the well has run
dry.
I can't go on. I can't sleep, I can't breathe, I can't think anymore.
Blind sided by things byond my own control
In these cold November days, I am left with nothing to hold
I can't go on. I can't sleep, I can't breathe, I can't think anymore.
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