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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