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My heart is breaking
My wrist are aching
My hands are shaking
My mind is racing.

My hips are bleeding
The floor I'm cleaning
What was I thinking?
I might just be dreaming

The pills I'm taking
The smile I'm faking
It'll all come to an ending
It'll all be soon fading.

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