Does anyone else ever think about the fact that you've pretended life was fine for so long to the point you convinced yourself it was?
Anyone think about how you have a million things bottled up that you can't even begin to put into words.
How you parents, especially your mother will never understand who you truly are or what happens to you despite the fact she created you.
How truly fucking hopeless life has become
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