I’m sarcastic, a bully, I hit for no reason, I find laughter in hurting people, I find happiness whenever I cry and I never felt I belong. I find comfort through songs and nostalgic visions.
I have a way with words, I was bullied, I hit to seek acknowledgment, I hurt people to feel superior, I cry because I see the true me, I’m happy being alone and not having pretensions, I find comfort with other people’s lives… I wish to hide myself in the deepest part of my unconsciousness where it could no longer annoy me
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