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"Make Believe".
Jul. 19th, 2025 12:01 am⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡
It is not worth it; how removed I have to become in order to be okay with life.
How much I have to sacrifice in order to feel alive again, to feel apart of this sick human race.
It is unsettling how much I want this moment to be my last, how much I want to go to sleep and never wake up again.
I know it is not right, but I can't be wrong in my assessment of the human race; how it is hollow and fading.
The only songs people remember are the same ones that they forget.
I am just a death note to myself, a black crayon to the world's ideas.
I am the thing everyone wished they could say, I am the happy make believe memory.
⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡
It is not worth it; how removed I have to become in order to be okay with life.
How much I have to sacrifice in order to feel alive again, to feel apart of this sick human race.
It is unsettling how much I want this moment to be my last, how much I want to go to sleep and never wake up again.
I know it is not right, but I can't be wrong in my assessment of the human race; how it is hollow and fading.
The only songs people remember are the same ones that they forget.
I am just a death note to myself, a black crayon to the world's ideas.
I am the thing everyone wished they could say, I am the happy make believe memory.
⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡
