im happy in a sense. ive never been a happy person and thats fine with me. play with my friends a revel in the fact that youre no better than them; also cherish you stole from them.
im tired:
of idiots
of self
of me
of you
of metaphors
metaphors are created to hide truth. pieces of shit crawled under a rock and growing hair and not having a clue and will not listen to reality...
wait...
they didnt bring it either when it was needed on this side.
you cant even say goodbye.
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