it had started to rain, but we didnt care
every word that was spoken held onto the air
i'm a victim trapped in this place called world. i'm trapped in this body and in this state of mind. i feel like i'm going to just go off. i want to shoot you and you in the head. i'm sick of being looked at like i'm nothing. i'm sick of doing everything to make someone else feel good. i'm sick of this. and i hate it. i wish it would be over.


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