I could inquire that I'm ill or maybe that I feel like a coffee mill.
grinding down my bones, I will drown in my own blood before I even try to swim.
say I'm going out on a whim though the placebo effect is kicking in. Yes it's true I lied
how convenient it is that I have an easy excuse for anything and everything applied
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swedish (Pseudonym) (
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