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Billie.Eilish[There's no time to die]
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Last published Sat, Sep 19, 2020
With blood dripping from each side of my hands, and the drugs still flowing through my veins...barely being able to walk in the empty dark empty streets with only a few lights on that still work...how did I make it here !?..I don't know!
Everything about my messed up life began going through my head, I felt myself get weaker by the second it didn't matter to me though death was the least things I was worried about...i kept walking until I tripped from what felt like someones skateboard.
I laid on my back unable to move as I felt myself drifting away from this cruel world
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"fuck!!DON'T WORRY I GOT YOU PRINCESS JUST DON'T HANG IN THERE, CALL THE FUCKIN' AMBULANCE DUDE!! "
Her blue eyes sparkling from the light above us,she spoke to me in what seemed to be the most angelic voice I have ever heard.... that was the last thing I remember before I blacked out.
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