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I want to be alone,
I feel like a mess,
like I have left the words strewn
all over my bedroom floor, like I've
forgotten to take out the trash
one too many days and I
wish I had cleaned up
just a bit sooner

Living like this is tiring, but I
am managing it still, my brain is
a colorful hurricane of clothes,
of pencils, textbooks, towels, I
am desperately searching through
the piles of things for answers, I
am always desperately gasping
for breath, but I am still
stubbornly living anyway

Fuck,
I want to be happy

I wish I knew how