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I'm tired but I refuse sleep
I'm thirsty but I refuse water
I'm wounded but I just lay there
I'm starving but I refuse food
Who can tell me why I'm so bad to myself,
Who can but nobody




What can?


My past.

" I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

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