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Tough Shit



Why am I so fucked up

If I died right now

Would anyone notice ?

Probably not

They would just blink and say oh

Another one gone



I sometimes look into the mirror and see someone else

I don't look like this

Who put me in this body

Then I blink and wake up

Like it or lump it

Your stuck like this



What if I could invent a machine

Where I could transplant my brain

Into a better body

Would it change anything

I mean

Apart from my physicality



How do people stay sane ?

I mean seriously

All this stress on them

And yet

Blah

They pretty much ‘normal’, whateva that is



I just wanna be free

Free to not be judged

Free to have things I want

For free

Free to love

And be loved in return



Well tough shit…..





By the Hopeless Writer

                    

PM Jarvis