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by fakingeverything Jul 22, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I'll breathe through the pain, And fight my way through the sorrow. I'll find that special place, Where there is no tomorrow. My dream dies tonight, Right here where I lay. I'm tired of fighting to be alright, And cutting to be okay. I honestly can't do it, I can't fight to keep myself breathing. When all I hear in the silence, Is my fragile heart slowly beating.