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it's late at night
my chest grows tight
i want to cry and release it all
the more i hold back the harder the fall

my tears won't flow but my hands are shaking
7 more days, my world is breaking

my heart is pounding and words won't form
i hope you won't forget me when i'm gone

i thought it'd be easy but now i'm not sure
i didn't know how much it would hurt



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DAMN THIS IS DEPRESSING AF ISTG IM NOT COMMITTING SUICIDE I'M JUST MOVING ACROSS THE COUNTRY AND AM SUPER SAD SO DON'T BE WORRIED I'M OKAY (not really) BUT ITS OKAY

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