drought

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This 99th chapter is dedicated to all you suicidal people out there


Lying in bed crying it out

Clutching my pillow; now ends the drought

I've held back the tears for way too long

I'm broken now, I can't - won't be strong

I won't pick up the phone

Pray the knife cuts flesh, not bone

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