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I'll keep running till I can't breathe
Rushing on my weak knees
Spreading too thin but still fat
Stressing this stressing that
Chapped lips feeling sick
Haven't had a fucking drink
And I'm tired feel expired
But I'll do that too I'm entirely
Yours. Take. Take. Take.

I'll break. But that's okay. Okay. Okay?

I'm tired but can't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't sleep.

I'll be okay, just leave me be. Leave me be. Leave me be. 

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 30, 2018 ⏰

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