this is my death, this is my dream. this is where everybody left me. this is my life, my legacy, my open eyes and my right to breathe.
this isn't the way to heaven and i know i will never be, but i'd rather be lost and aware than stupid and free. I don't want to think about all the things I could have been, the things people wanted me to be. let me die in a cloud of my own poison and dream about things being better, live in a melancholy fantasy and pretend I'll have a legacy, even though nobody sees me.
let me stay the same and destroy myself that way, let me think about all the things I promised I wouldn't think about until they suffocate me, and just let me die as a sad girl who never took the chance to change.
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