I don’t know what I want.
Too many thoughts to decode.
Can’t sleep.
My mind won’t shut off.
Too much remorse for my petty misfortunes.
Hiding that quilt behind a forced smile.
Faking happiness.
Deluding myself to believe it’s true.
Wishing that it all would end.
Allowing my faults to hide the solution
It would be better if I would.
If I could.
That I should.
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