srpna 21, 2016

eight years sleeping i’m still tired when i wake up.

Twenty seven years twenty seven years done. Written six hundred songs only twelve get sung. Eighty seven thousand cigarettes have passed through these lungs and every single day I wish I'd never smoked one. A week brushing my teeth and a week getting my haircut. Eight years sleeping I'm still tired when I wake up. A whole year earting and I still lost weight f---

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