You see, I don’t wish to be anyone else, alive or dead. I wish to be myself with this poisoned blood, infected thoughts and clogged up brain. Though I truly wish to be somewhere far away from here -my heart knows damn well where that is-, and get to become whatever that’s deep inside me (and that I know shines bright) someday.
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