Get Out of Here.

I don't know what I'm doing.
Going back and forth between alive and death
My head is filling with tar.
Once I get better,
I swear I´ll get us out of here.
It's going to not be okay for a while,
but the pain is just temporary.
We´ll find a way out of here,
We´ll get happy.
Just please hang on,
We just have one more year.

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