I want to make you happy, but I guess I'm slowly fading out of colour for you. And I'm afraid that someday you'll think that I'm boring and we break up. Because you're what I live for and you are what I ever asked for and you are what I always wish for when someone askes what I'd want. But I don't have anything to give you 'cuz my never ending misery is this boring body with stolen ideas of the deepest person and I fade away as I try my best and I break in pieces as I try to resist and YES I tried my best but it was not good enough. I've never been good enough. People around me try to hide it, people around me try to lie around it but I saw it before you all could even reject it and it's the fact that I'm not more as a dumb human in this boring body with a colourless mind in a world that is broken und bruised inside. And my mind reflects it, but what can I do? To make you happy was my life though. But I can't do it because I'm just shit.
So let me please die I don't want to live.
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