LOST IN THE DISTANCE. I cant let go of everything I wasnt and I what I wish I was. breathing has become a chore. (and we all know I hate chores.) Time wont tell anymore, the clock doesnt tick but it travels to fast. And I cant stand it anymore. TIME DOESNT PASS BUT IT PASSES TO FAST. And all I can even hope to wish is for death, because suicide is
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