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Life


Just can't seem to shake this awkward feeling. It's 4am and I'm lying awake staring at the ceiling. My whole world was turned upside down, trying to be happy but always left with a frown. If only I could rewing time.. I wouldn't be writing this depressing rhyme. I find myself wandering why I'm even here, I've become so reckless with nothing to fear. Feeling myself fall into this black endless hole, and the only thing saving me, is my families loving pull. When the cravings come, it's so hard to fight, I just keep telling myself.. I'll do what's right. Dying to see.. (mommys) beautiful baby, the only question is, Will she remember me.. maybe?

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