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As words crawl up and out of my throat

My fingers desperate to find the right note

Heart as heavy as lead but fragile as glass

Watching the ceiling fan, waiting for it to pass

The nausea the fatigue

Feels like there’s something wrong with me

Oh god I can’t breathe

Slowly suffocating and the room grows dark

My lungs are collapsing and falling apart

The walls, oh god, they’re closing in

The whispers in the hall speak of my sin

And I know I was wrong

Still singing the same old song

No pity for me, only pain

A dirty whore, one and the same

Self-loathing only gets you so far

My standards just weren’t up to par

My morals thrown out the window

Just laugh it off and say “so?”

But it’s not a game

And I’m the one to blame

But it takes two

Not just me, but also you

If I’m going to hell, I’m not the only one

You can pay the consequences for your fun

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