You made me feel
Like life was worth living
And then you made me feel
Like it wasn’t
Nothing I did was good enough
Nothing I did
Made you show me
What I needed
Everything you did in the end
Was only
To make this my end.
And I accept.
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I spend a lot of time pondering what it all means.
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An outlet for my random thoughts and interests
where would it flow...
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