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No longer my mood at the Rationality

 

Im hurt again Like I always am Like I was always was. I'm scared for myself. I just wish for something. Zero yes or not, Zero or ones. I miss you computer, I miss you life. I miss you some sort of organize. I remember that time when I was younger. When I used to look into the mirror, my nostrils widened and I crazy die. I remember I wash myself, in water on the bed, not making my mother worry, as she is just tired of it all. Has she reached a sort of acceptance? Or what did we make of that word in acceptance? I regurgitate another, this other word, this other meaning. I become you, people of the past. I just want some sort of dimesionality. I remember when I was younger to put and aim a knife to the middle of my torso, not so at my heart. Maybe to split myself in the symettry, maybe to die. To crazy die. I just wish for something.

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