Why do I care so much about things which are not my concern?
At all?
Not my life.
Not my things to consider.
Not my things that I have control over or that I should.
Thoughts...things, so many things that do not, cannot and should never matter...
Just dancing in endless circles.
Driven by pain.
I just want to find a place to hide away for all time.
"Humankind cannot bare very much reality."
So true Mr.Elliot.
So...utterly true...
"But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here"
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