How are you?
What do you want me to say? Do you want me to lie, or do you want me to say the truth?
Because the truth hurts.
(warning: It may get depressing.)
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I whispered that I'd be good,
Swallowed my screams and wrote instead.
So I wished to be amongst them and be understood,
I decided that even as a corpse I wouldn't be dead.