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Someday I will have self disciplined myself to stop feeling outside myself.
It's proving pointless... . On paper it's genius in practice those same
words I type or scribble are met with disdain and insult. It's suicide to
think out loud...but this death drags on looking at the ceiling from the bed
at 1:00 a.m. Alone, with someone next to you. Hoping they wake up just to
touch you, but it never happens. It'd be beautiful.
It's proving pointless... . On paper it's genius in practice those same
words I type or scribble are met with disdain and insult. It's suicide to
think out loud...but this death drags on looking at the ceiling from the bed
at 1:00 a.m. Alone, with someone next to you. Hoping they wake up just to
touch you, but it never happens. It'd be beautiful.