My mind is ugly.
I'm manipulative.
I'm indifferent to people's emotions.
I barely feel anything nowadays.
I can't separate reality from imagination.
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But I love it in here.
Wrap me up in everything wrong and everything ugly.
Tell me it's okay to stand in my own grave.
Tell me the horrors that surround me are beautiful.
Whisper obscenities that don't make sense.
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It's okay to be insane.
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A Letter To Someone Who Can't Be Special Anymore
Non-FictionJust some of my daily thoughts, feelings, and activities. You'll notice that I think more than I speak.
