i'm alive
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I am not okay.
I never will be.
I am the problem.
No one cares about me.
I am the darkness in a world of light.
I am the cause of so many wrongs and no rights.
I am a walking mistake.
I love nights like
this when the sky is opened into my window
and the world comes trickling in.
I feel vines and tentacular veins pierce my skin
and it's okay because
yeah I'm not so tough as I look
