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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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