I understand.
I don't want to
Because if I don't blame you,
who do I blame?
And you don't deserve to get off scott-free.
I almost sympathize
Good Lord
I don't want to
I don't want to see how your mind works
Because that means
that I'm more like you than I thought
No.
I want to curl up and have you hole me like you never did
I want you to brush the tears away and lie to me
-tell me everything will be alright
-tell me I'm beautiful
-tell me I'm perfect
Lies.
Pristine glass lies.
I don't want to see the truth
want to live under a rock like everyone else.
I want to be normal.
Kill me.
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