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blackhole
sick of fake friends
sick of being me
tired of being alive
pissed with no reason
black cranes circle my brain
numb and cold
nothing seems right
nothing tastes right
crowds full of fakes
endless weeks
hating everything
even me
hating who i am
not wanting to be here
dying inside
fake smiles
so no one knows
hidden behind locked doors
walls of pain fear and helplessness
never changing
always there
no hope
