How to say everything I am thinking?
I don't. I don't know.
I don't know
anything.

Run until your legs fall off.
Sleep until, until.

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Oh god,

let me live.

This is me going crazy.

You haven't even begun to see how

this is my unraveling.

I don't do these types of things.

Let me live, let me be.

You never supported me.

Your hands, not once, pressed me

onward, towards my destiny.

Don't pretend you hear me speaking.

I'm screaming at the top of my lungs,

I'm screaming.

This massacre will never be seen.

It's too small to be noticed by

any human being.

No one could ever capture my suffering;

it's depth and multitude,

multiplying.

You were the death of me.

I have always been crazy

but you let me see

what I was not.

And that was everything I have ever wished to be.