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Days go by, my heart starts to slow. No one knows it’s almost time, But me.   Days go by, I get weaker and weaker,
Those thoughts tucked in the back of your brainAre unconciously brought out by the hand with the mind of its ownAll dangerous, embarrassing thoughts never to be acted uponThey have a release you cannot controlCaution
Pain changes wounds heal but scars will eventually reveal Depressionexperience always teaches a lessonbut you're always lesseron the groundno one hears your soundsGuilt trips
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