I live it insanely jealous of the things I could never attain. Calling them vain I curse theirs names in rage
I am in saner states of mind to which I recognize the pain Im in but tell me? Is this my life or is it some hollywood production of a pain I've grown to love. Sitting in this broken mirrored room I whispered to my reflection "do you love me?" and it whispered back "the answer lies above you"
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