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I haven’t slept in six nights Staring into the ceiling Seeing the hopeless Catacombs of doubt Less and less I am helpless I am nothing I am nothing I am nothing I can’t spend another night Alone with myself My father’s words Echoing between my ears You are nothing You can't do anything Right It was like poetry As I scratched the skin From my hands Less And less And less At this rate I won’t be so anxious I watched my insides drip Paranoia onto The bathroom floor Where I spent another night Alone with My thoughts Spilling them Into the sink Until I couldn’t taste The blood anymore Strong liquor blues At 2:43 am On a Friday Less, Less