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Dear no one,
Sometimes even my own mind can be my personal prison,
because I filled it with all the wonderful things I've ever wanted in the world and never got,
because I was stupid enough to want things I could never have,
people that could never love me back,
things that could actually make me happier,
I was stupid enough to fill my own head with fantasy's that could never come true,
And in those dark moments when I realize what I've done,
I only then realize how stupid I have become,
To give myself so much pain,
Only to do it again the next day,
In hopes that it could bring me the smallest hint of joy,
Even if it lasts for only a moment.
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