what i want
my desires? cant put em to words for you have stayed by me, but now i'd love to be the one to leave why is it that i cannot change why is it that i just crave hate why is it so painful to not be hurting and to be me, whose heart is burning how am i supposed have it, i dont have shit figured out why cant i stay a kid, i just wanna cry and whine and be loud if maturing is accepting yourself then is everyone a child? some dont learn shit as time flows by because they all tryna plan it out and predict and think but sometimes its your feelings that make you sink your own thoughts that drive you mad your own body you'd better not have your own people who, despite loyal still hurt you, by accident or not. Does it really matter who cut the wound thats hurting? it wont make me feel better Does it really matter who shot first, killing their own people? they died, so its not making it sadder what people get wrong is that what kills you doesnt make you stronger it cuts a wound so deep you might cause your own death - because of it.
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