Yolo,
But it still hurts,
Try to unwind,
But that isn't how my mind works.
No chill,
I find hard to sleep.
Friday I could do with a early night.
But I can't help following
The self destructive needs.
The hours past quick,
And the high never lasts.
And I lie when anyone asks,
"how are you?"
For what would being honest do?
What do I have to prove?
The trick is not to get obsessed
With all the times you lose.
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