My Yolo
**** this.
I can’t look in a mirror without wanting to tear my skin off.
Literally.
**** this.
I don’t even know how take a picture with a friend.
Awkward.
**** this.
I can’t stop thinking I’m a piece of ****.
Depressed.
**** this.
I can’t help but love my obsessions.
Diseased.
**** this.
I can’t keep from desiring love.
Hopeless.
**** this.
I can’t understand how to love someone.
Broken.
**** this.
I can’t explain anything about me or my life.
Disconcerning.
**** this.
I can’t shy from my inappropriate apathy.
Distorted.
**** this.
I can’t shy from my desire to break from this world.
Trapped.
**** this.
**** you.
**** me.
**** this world.
**** this life.
**** it all.
I need to make room for my dreams.
This is my one life.
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