lot to go around by... but I seem like I'm forgetting something I held close to me... myself perhaps? but it is really truly gone?
Strangely I though my life was improving... but now I seem ever more alone than I ever was. A crowd of friends to hang out with. But they are all fake.
no... I'm fake... "lets act ok, a little immature, not yourself" just so you don't have to be that person. Too much stress, choices you never thought you'd have to make.
and no one really understands... I'm a porcelain doll, kept hidden in a box for centuries. Only to be found, and then set on display. T'ill I'm used to the point, when all things shatter.
I can't get any sleep these days. Oh how I wish I could could cry. But that won't come these days, and I'm too broke to even function
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