I think I'm going to sleep
cause it's been going good,
and I don't wanna f*** it up,
make it hateful again,
or ruin any thing
like I did every thing.
I don't f***ing exist.
Not one of us do.
I just wish the world would go away,
and end.
It could be like TV,
a show,
tag it with morals
and nice things,
then it's over.
And I could turn it off.
I have to change.
I want some thing
and I don't know what it is.
It's pissing me off.
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