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Just because she loves me, it doesn't mean she understands me.

Tired. I'm tired. And I can't seem to write. This is just an attempt to get back in the zone, to find inspiration, to create a muse.


Makeover, start over. Someone let me start over. Someone tear me up, break me down, burn me, wash me, build me back up and make anew. Fix me.
I always complain, judge, think, think, think, like some kind of machine and it tortures me. I just want to be nothing. I finally understand why people want to see the world. It's not about being a good person, or being cool or radical, it's about breaking the wall. It's about breaking the wall. Breaking out.

Eyes like crystals, you stare at me, but I don't see you, because I always blind myself.