I Neurotic

 I learned to live by life at 22, learned how to stay awake at night, I laugh and laugh and break from the inside, fight myself every day, i wound myself up every day, I am so tired of myself that I don't even die, I don't even die. Every day, I strengthen the rope of patience and burn it again, tears of blood from my own eyes every day, yet I am happy and I am as if I have no sorrow.

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