believe me,
i hear these,
awful things inside my head,
you should be dead,
i think them sometimes too you know,
my feelings move from hot to cold,
frigid as ice and smoking hot coals,
it's a mystery and
it frightens me.
i've never been good at saying help me,
i spill my feelings but they never really felt me,
and spilling feelings to a Steve in a chair
with a penchant for analyzing squares isn't healthy.
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utsu kuru
life is beautiful, painful, mysterious.
a beast i could never comprehend, outside of it.
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