so I'm already dead, on the inside, But I can still pretend. With my memories and photographs, I've learned to love the lie. I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent.I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense. Let me in,Let me in to the club cause I wanna belong, And I need to get strong. And if memory serves. I'm addicted to words and they're useless. I'm a mess, I'm a wreck.I am perfect and I have learned to accept:All my problems and short comings,Cause I am so visceral yet deeply inept. I want to thank you for being a part of my Forget-Me-Nots and Marigolds, And all the things that don't get old. It's the only way I have learned to express myself.Through other peoples' descriptions of life. I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless.
I believe that I can overcome this and beat everything in the end. But I choose to abuse for the time being. Maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die.
compliments to MCS.
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