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i decorated my room yet i still feel fucking empty
my wardrobe is bursting and yet i still feel nothing
i didn't take the pills that the doctor insisted on taking
they didn't work anyway.
another lie to excuse my distance
another skipped meal,
another bottle, another bleeding nail,
another missed call,
do you even get me at all?
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