i guess

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ive masked it this long
i cant believe i was that strong
i dont see how ive lasted
i dont believe that i have adapted

ive grown further and further from you
i dont think that you have a clue
ive stopped myself from speaking
just so you didnt think im a weakling

i wish you were here i really do
but i want your health to be good too
i dont think that im gonna survive
i just wanna want to be alive

im sat in this room with the uncomfortable bed
as the words all scramble in my head
i dont think im ready
i guess ill kill myself already.

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