I stick to my sheets like failed reproduction
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Soaking up on slowing down and the only thing
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worse than being alone is when I'm not alone.
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I am in love with what I've lost.
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I do not want what I have got.
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I release my weakness that flies feed from.
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It never is anything until it's over.
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Nothing is right but I can't find the wrong.
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I always change my mind.
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And if there is a need then I need it now.
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Cause the closer we get the further I feel.
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All of my love is collecting dust.
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I'm shivering with loneliness.
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An uncomfortable routine of staying
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somewhere in between lost and found.
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An Uncorfortable Routine
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| Curl Up And Die |
