Goodbye

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I have these thoughts
pounding bricks into my conscious
If crystals are just rocks
that did well under pressure
why am I not a crystal yet?

I have these thoughts
Every small change
becomes a dagger in my mind
My mind is a shipwreck
that no one can be
bothered to find

I have these thoughts
They love to make me sink
But nearly no one cares
I told him
But he didn't even blink

Is my life so worthless and insignificant?

I might as well leave.

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