What's more painful,
Seems more indulgent.
What's more selfish,
Seemed so selfless.
What's more ugly,
Becomes beautiful.
If that's how the world works,
I'd rather die, because I will just live.
Please continue not loving me, and follow how the world works.
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My Daily Pill
PoetryA compilation of thoughts from Day 1 to present. (Finished) Other works: Overdosed Misplaced
