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I'm not sure if I'm awake anymore
The days phase into each other
and I dread every passing moment
I think of my life before
and I want to be blissfully unaware once more
I make myself out to be the victim
It's the only way I can feel better about myself
Sonce antidepressants can't heal a broken heart
I think it's time for me to part
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