I can’t get it out of my head that I'm dying. You let me stay in your bed, we kept our clothes on like last time. And your room’s a mess, it perfectly reflects the state we’re in. Right now all I know is I'm just skin and bones and I’m disappearing. When I try to hold the things that I don’t own it gets disappointing.
You have no room for me to this degree, still I could kill myself and die happy. I made the choice between love and being free. You heard me laugh in my sleep.
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