Paddleboard
I am getting over this algorithm
I need to find my own rhythm
A life of pill dependency
Isn't what's best for me
I struggle every fucking day
But hell at least I mean what I say
I'm sleep deprived
But thank the gods I'm alive
Some days suck
I'll survive
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