I no longer care about human ideals;
I lie in bed until the sun peels back the layers of the moon
And then I sleep again.
What I truly hate is dreaming.
I am afraid of dreaming.
The thought of a dream is a nightmare.
I do not want to be here,
I am thinking,
Why wasn’t I aborted?
That would’ve solved some problems.
I am a disaster,
And I cannot bear to risk destroying
Another perfect person.
I sometimes think you should
Stay far away from me
Run fast.
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