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can you appreciate me? is it possible for you to look at me knowing i'm using my fullest potential in all aspects of life? your soft kiss on my forhead reassures me that i will forever have a chest to cry on or beat on depending upon the circumstance. there was a time when i knew what to say and what to write and words would flow out of my mouth like i was on stage. maybe it's everything i've made my brain and body endure throughout the years. if i could take it all back, i wouldn't. maybe i was meant to be this way, maybe i was meant to lose my intellect. sometimes i look back on the days when i was 'too smart for my own good' and remember how unhappy i was, being the exact opposite of content with everything my life stood for. the only time i think that way anymore is when i drink special tea and willingly run poisons through my body. i won't apologize for anything i've done, because the only person who deserves that apology is me. i've molded myself into the person i want to be, and for that i should be appreciated.
haha randomness is beautiful.
haha randomness is beautiful.