i miss my bed so god damn much.
my days pass so quicky with school, work, and you.
i'm losing my mind without me knowing it.
my throat still hurts like a bitch.
i have a million pimples on my face.
my eye rings get darker and darker with every passing day.
the paper cut never seems to heal.
i think my body has stopped repairing itself without me realizing.
i wonder how near death is to me.
and sometimes i wish i never ever wake up from my slumber.
because with every waking moment,
with every blink of an eye i take,
every breath that comes out from between my lips,
comes a combat against life.
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