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sleep deprived laying here my hair gets stuck in my tears and I've made a tent of my covers it holds me better than any lover head phones in world shut out I only want to scream and shout and I need to leave I'm suffocated why do I always feel so hated can't breathe music blasts the only peace that ever lasts and I'm at a loss for any words because nothing I say is ever heard
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