I tend to forget that not everyone experiences thought like me, because I'm different.
I tend to forget that not everyone is in constant battle with their brain, because I'm different.
I tend to forget that not everyone wants to take a knife to their throat but can't bring themselves to do it, because I'm different.
The thought of having to live another day bores me out of my mind, because I'm different.
Maybe the only reason that I'm different is because I have chosen to mimic, make fun of and bully myself into the thought...
The thought that I am different.
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Vent poetry
RandomThis is basically me getting out of hiatus and venting about like random things but I wanna make it sound cool. Also I will update whenever I have inspo which isn't all the time. Anyways good luck and enjoy my spelling. #45 angust #206 lust
