Dying
As long as my heart is beating
my life has to be mistreating
I'm not breathing and not eating
I do not need any greeting
I feel like dying
and my life is not even worth trying
instead it's still crucifying
no matter how high you are flying
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Ewa Mat | Year Posted 2018
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