"I get so sick that I can hardly speak, but with my head full of pills I try to go back to sleep. When you're sad but you force up a grin anyway it's hard not to feel fake, but I struggle so hard for each breath that I take.
Maybe some day I'll be at the top, and with my head in my hands I'll try to make it all stop. Every time I find love I choke so hard that for weeks my body aches, but I struggle so hard for each breath that I take."
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