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If I had a stroke at school would you even see me? because the exes amounts i’ve been drinking monster energy. sometimes I mix you up with all the other crowds, losing someone as special as you can’t be all that hard if everyone is so unique arent we all the same? I can feel my organs calling out for me, calling out, they’re hoping. but they have to learn just like all the others we can’t get what we want, we’ll all keep on dying. physicists and scientists and astrological signs give any meaning to life. so we trudge on, faking our faces, filling our body’s with unreal realness and now they match our minds. we do this all the time. now we match our minds. you are no friend of mine.
when they say “i’m sorry” they say it out of pity. if you said you hate me would you really take me? nothing is truth, why shouldn’t I assume that it’s all a lie. I can’t stand the thought of going home, yet staying here getting old. If it really worked and I died young, would you even know or would I be another rumor on the roll. if he saw my scars, my cuts, my pains, would he really do all that he say. cus right now I think I need to hold on, i’m sorry it’s you but I need something. if I didn’t have a reason to go on, i’d just be another face on the wall. I don’t have much time to hold on, I can’t do anything, I can’t sing songs. I can’t write poems, I can’t draw shit. all of these hopeless tries aren’t getting me anywhere. once again, i’m sorry, I know that i’m weird, you don’t have to know my name, just let me hope my own way.