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I'm tired of the sick feeling in my chest
The tiny goosebumps that glitter on my skin
It reminds me I can still feel the cold that hits my skin almost like the same cold that surrounds my heart

I'm tired of the emptiness that sits behind my eyes
The feeling of the burning sun on my thighs
It reminds me of the emptiness that burns within me

I'm tired of the hate that I feel for myself
The many vein that run through my body
It reminds me of how much hate flows right through me.

I'm tired of holding it all in
Shoving more posion into my system
Until the bottle finally begins to shatter
It reminds me of how no one will care and I'll continue to sweep the posion back there.
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