5 am.
so much damage on this planet. the cycle is a storm I chase but I can't seem to catch the rain don't wanna live my life in this cage I'm having trouble getting used to me cause I remember how I used to be. slowly watching everyone burn has my heart full of grief relying on prescription pills for relief but the description speaks walking around weak staying up to 3am with no sleep can't stomach to eat. getting so high in false hope I'll never land-
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