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just like everyone loves you
just like everyone hates me
you do everything and I do nothing
although that’s just one side of the flipped coin
because my brain needs to be kept busy to feel good
so, I make up stories to silence the loud times
you never read them and you don’t even care
that someone misses you like hell
that every time I cry in my bed
I wish you would hug me and say:
“I’m here now, no more”
instead, you leave the room too early to notice
my disappointment that you never share
even the smallest part of my life story
only here, in black letters on white paper
you can be as close to me as possible
without affecting our energies
without making our lives better
as ordinary people would do
maybe you have someone in your heart
maybe I shouldn’t try so hard
but what would life be like
without it all
when that thin red thread everlastingly
reminds me of you in me
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Mescaline Brisset
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