Every Day
Every day, it gets harder, every day it's like a nightmare, progressing on. Every day is another prayer echoing from my bones asking God to take me now. Every day i close up more, every day it gets more impossible, every day i feel myself die some more. Every day i lay on my bed wondering how ill leave this hell
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