I GIVE UP
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I gave up smoking, that’s a good thing right?
I gave up cutting, that’s even better?
I gave up having bad thought, its bad right?
I gave up thinking, that’s perfect isint it?
I gave up planning death
I gave up trying to die
I gave up listening to myself
I gave up talking to myself
I gave up talking about it
I gave up thinking about it
I gave up expecting
I gave up resisting
I gave up feeling
I gave up reading
I must give up breathing
Cause I have given up living
I’m just surviving and its ok

Cause the alternative is being alive

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