I really want to, but it's really not in my control.
I can't get help, I don't want help.
Let me
Kill me
Let me
Improve me
Let me
Doubt me
Let me
Heal me
Let me
Hate me.
Its sad when an object so much smaller than you,
Has SO much control over you.
I cough until there's blood,
I laugh until I cry,
I pretend everything's alright,
And I always ask myself WHY?
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