I don’t want to be brave

I don’t want to fight

How many thousands of years would it take for me to get through my life?

I don’t know what it feels like to not be in pain

Don’t remember what sleeping through the night feels like

But if I could have something else I would take it

I just feel like I’m killing time until time kills me

I wish I had some comradery

Something to strive for

Together with someone

With someone

Remember when I wanted someone to love me and time taught me that’s not for me?

I don’t want that anymore

It’s better not to want things that will never happen

Sometimes I feel like I’m in a simulation to test how far I can be pushed before I give up

Paranoia?

Or probable?

There’s no other interaction so my mind is twisted and broken

How am I supposed to know what’s real and what’s not?

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