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Sell me hope in little pills and tell me not to cry again... Make me believe that I am happy and I will try not to die again.... Lie to me to bring content and I will believe your sin.... Make me think Im pretty on the surface and I'll pretend Im full within.... But let me be my own design and you'll label me instead... Let me think for my own and you'll wish that I were dead... Because ugly is as ugly does and no-one tries to see... For no-one can hear my cries when it's only me....

I feel threatened by my own mind... In this haziness I find myself confined... Traveling through what was- what is, and infinite could-be's/should-be's... I am lost. Transgressing through my self hatred and falling ashamed to my design.... Lost in time. Where did I escape too? Where does passion and happiness dissipate to? I feel numb to the touch, and distant... Nothing can make me search... Instead, I just lie and die inside... waiting for my souls epiphany... Wake me and shake me... Please dont let this break me... I want to be free again... Like a the self-induced groggyness of wishful sleep... I find myself struggling to breath... It's