It’s taken me this long to grip the fact that one day I’ll be covered in dirt.
But honestly, I dread the days that I wake.
But honestly, I dread every fucking day.
I’ve come to terms that what I want is so far from reality.
I belong to nothing.
False hope is common among sheep.
There’s no reality.
We belong to nothing.
False hope is common among sheep.
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