three hundred eleven days




I'm in this fight and I'm swinging and my arms are getting tired, I'm trying to beat this emptiness but I'm running out of time, I'm sinking in the sand and I can't barely stand I'm lost in this dream, I need you to hold me, I'm scared of lonely.

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