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cant breathe, cant breathe

laying on my bed wishing i was dead

but really im

ok with

being alive 

you said, i say, it will get better i will get better

but really i know 

that its all up to me

and i

dont

care

i lay in my bed

thinking of you

and how you hurt me

and the tears on my face

turn 

to

crystals

the other person in my head stays optimistic 

but i tell them to fuck off

and i ignore them

why did i do that why did i do that

i fucked up

but

i dont think

i care