you've just been poked.

I'm feeling absolutely uncontented.

What more can I ask?

I'm thinking too much. And I hate myself for typing that. Yeah, so I've lied to myself. Lived in denial. Still am? Heh.

It's one of those moments again.

"I'm so sick

Infected with where I live

Let me live without this

Empty bliss

Selfishness

I'm so sick

I'm so sick."

I'm so sick. Of myself.

"Sick of circling the same road

Sick of bearing the guilt

.....Perfect in weakness

I'm only perfect in just your strength alone

All my efforts to clean me

Leave me putrid and filthy

And how can you look at me

When I can't stand myself

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I'm tired to be honest

I'm nobody."