Sometimes I look at myself and wonder if I can ever be fixed or whether I passed the point of no return long ago. I don’t want to listen to sad songs because it’s sad enough in my head. They paint a picture? I’ll paint a picture. I’ll lay down words thick like brush strokes that crack your mind open. You want to feel something? I beg you, feel it for me. Give me relief.


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