im tortured.

and for no good reason.

things don’t change,

not really.

i just allow for fantasy

when reality

is simply

always what it was.

and im scared for this future,

where i sell

to the highest bidder

cause i need a way out.

there’s little me left

in all this sadness anyway,

and whatever there is,

isn’t really worth all that much

in the first place.

if it was,

i wouldn’t be here.

this truth,

i know.

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