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I know it's taking me forever to just give up. But I am so far below that it is hard, to just push stop. If only I could count the times my body gave up Maybe I would understand. I wish I felt vivid and alive, blowing up big holes in the sky. It's so easy for you to erase what I create in this blurry haze. The mask I polish every evening by the morning looks like sh*t. And my head is a wreck there's no question about it. From Letras Mania