The hours move to minutes, the days turn into weeks

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Beautiful. Från Beautiful Darkness av Kami Garcia och Margret Stohl.

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I can't believe I'm standing here at all, I can't believe I've made it this far
work eat sleep repeat, life for me
Thought we were friends...
I lost my halo when I fell from grace. Maybe next time I won't throw it all away
This is where we all got burned
You reap what you sow
End of the day, another liquid escape
I swear I told ya, it gets better today
Yes.
I'm sick of being tired and I'm tired of being sick.
if I could change who I am for a day
My mind is like a puzzle or a rubix cube, but figuring me out is something that you shouldn't do. Because my thoughts are locked inside a padded room and if these padded walls could talk I'd surely be doomed.
can you feel my heart
Now all the hours, weeks and months seem to merge right into one
It's like I'm sleepwalking
I'd rather go to hell
I believe we must reshape this world
I'm somewhere between happy and okay
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