i love everything i see. they fill the empty pieces i have and complete me. but that's my thought. not everything is true. false identity. false friendships. false heart. everything is false. how i wish there were fake lies.
i cant express myself. i dont know why. and i let this eat my heart. fueled by feelings, it'll never end. that's why i always detest the heart. it knows no limit of the pain. but if the heart was to be fixed, it'll bring the purest feelings in and will cleanse the heart of any sorrow. but now, i hate myself.
after all, i am the enemy of my own self.
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