It's all these people, who think they're happy, who think they're fine.
All these people, who aren't really okay. Not all the time.
Yes. And all these words, and thoughts and noises.
Especially the loud ones.
Watch out for those loud ones.
Actually, maybe it isn't.
Maybe it's just me. Just me, my thoughts, my noises.
Just my words,
my shouts,
my actions,
my failures,
my falling-outs,
my guilt...
Fuck fuck fuck.
Maybe I don't hate this, but I hate this.
God. Damn. Everything.
Except, not everything.
Just some things.
Some things, some people, ...me.
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