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by galaxieny_

by galaxieny_

As my eyes open,

I wonder what awaits for me,

I wonder why I can be so ugly and selfish to myself,

I wonder if it will break my negative,

Which I so wasn't able to,

I've made myself different ,

From what,

My insides are like, truce,

I itch to feel that moment,

The feeling of floating away,

And feel nothing but relief,

Seeping into me,

And a pleasant smile on my face,

As I drown, knowing nothing,

About anything happening soon.

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