drougs are taking over me,
i can't breath,
i need to get high.i'm exhausted,
i can't control myself.my veins are about to explote,
my brain is about to break,
and i'm about to die.no, i can't. no i can't. don't let me die this way.
need to fix what i broke,
need to fix my soul.please help me to stay calm,
cuz i'm seeing the breakdown coming.hurry up, it's close.
you're near, but you stopped to see her.
don't stop, i'm dying.please.
you finally got here.
you're late.
you couldn't save me.it's been a moment since you came,
but i'm already gone.now you're having regrets while i see you crying.
don't worry, it's okay, i'm okay.
i'm watching over you.
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