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Do you really want to know what gets me out of bed in the morning?
Fucking lies
I tell myself that I'm okay
But I'm secretly anticipating, and bracing for your goodbyes
How's life?
When my life is good, it's a fake kind of good
But I'm alright
I miss being in the woods where I once stood
Was I really ever there?
I think I was born guilty
Yet I know I'm always fine
My skin is filthy
I can't sleep,
Because of a haunting childhood
I'm seriously okay
I'd give it all up for poetry if I could
I don't want you
It's too late
I'll survive
I'm forced to carry a heavy slate
I secretly enjoy it
This way I'm free
I'm still alive
So for now, as I always am, I'll just be