If it Kills Me
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I'm so consumed with nothing
My bearing beyond reality is lost
Needing comfort from everything
The anchors sound so nice
Take me away
Open my eyes
Can anything of quality come from this frame of mind?
My voice is tired
Spitting blood wears me down
I can't stop myself
I need this
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