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I find myself living just to see the end of the day.
Blurred sight of past and present, what the fuck am I even doing?
Those memories are useless and draining. I'm trying to spill my guts but I keep refraining.

Because letting things out is too hard. But keeping things in keeps my mind scarred.
I'm bleeding on the inside and I don't really care. Because in the end who's really there?
I'm alone with these walls.
How long until my eyes shut for the last time?
I hope it's soon.

ianxshredz

@ianxshredz

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