𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍

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Few more doses,
I'll be fine
Three withered roses,
Artificial lives
Substance abuse
drunk all night
Few more slashes,
And I'm out of your sight.

Plain monotonous days
Same agonizing nights
I look like I'm happy
But in reality,
I can't fight.

Can someone sing me to sleep?
'Cause I'm drained by the hatred that I receive
Every single shard of discrimination
Penetrated in my soul
Every single hope that I hold on,
I lost them all.

Emptiness devoured me,
darkness lured me.

I want to rest...

Sing me a lullaby to sleep forever
because they never paid attention
to this depression, my killer.

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