Help Me (w/ Harry Styles)
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Tout semblait si confut .
Le réel ? Le rêve ?
Les illusions peut-être ?
Je ne sais pas , je ne sais plus .
Je me trouve dans un néant de questions .
Une sorte de fosse obscure qui m'entraîne vers le fond .
Le fond ? La mort .
Insomnie sur insomnie.
Pilules sur pilules .
Vodka sur vodka.
Vomissement sur vomissement.
Hallucinations sur hallucinations .
Je veux mourir , radicalement .
*****
Tout droit réservés .
No plagiats svp .
Bande annonce dans le prologue .
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