Downhill
I’m fucking spiralling, I don’t know what to do. I can’t sleep I can’t eat I find it hard to breathe. I can’t think straight. Why always me? Why? I’m fucking tired and there is no sign of hope, I’m tired.
I’m fucking spiralling, I don’t know what to do. I can’t sleep I can’t eat I find it hard to breathe. I can’t think straight. Why always me? Why? I’m fucking tired and there is no sign of hope, I’m tired.
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