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Every day, Every night


I’m drowning every day,

I’m dying every night.

And most days I’m tired of trying to fight

No longer my will, No longer my way

Nothing ever feels alright.

I seek help, love, and care,

Or someone to just be there.

They called me a whore,

They told me to die.

Written a few notes before

Tied a noose and said goodbye.

No matter who’s inside this hell,

No one will treat you well.

You say its an easy fight

But I've still fought with all my might

Not to end it every night.

 
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