Sometimes I feel like piercing a needle through my ears, so I’ll go deaf. Pluck out my eyes with a spoon, so I can’t see. Maybe if I did those, life would be better off. Then again, I think I need to be brain dead at the same time cause I have a wonderful imagination. Even if I slam my face into the wall a million and one times, nothing is gonna change. So in other words, the day I die is the day I find peace.
Tick tock, tick tock. Time passes by and I’m still at the same spot.
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