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It feels like every other year I look at the last thing you said to me.. Crazy to think the Scent of Pine is laced with memories from the past.
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Death came running
And in the morning, thoughts crept in
Like the smell of plastic burning
And the morning was thin
Do die again
Do live once more
Come again; to the broken shore
As these thoughts leak throughout my head
I am surely dead
And this time its just I
A hivemind of lead
Dreams of a better yesterday
Better luck tomorrow
A hunger grows
A fast for sorrow
Until again, the cycle continues
As thoughts creep in
I want to die
Better luck tomorrow.
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“Overthinking does kill your happiness”
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“Overthinking does kill your happiness”
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