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i failed,
please don't hate me.

tears fall,
nose aches,
throat burns.

hands tremble,
heart clenched,
lost in this ache.

my love can't defy you,
my weakness.

before the mirror,
"I'll make them proud,"
murmurs to my heart.

i failed,
please don't hate me.
the feeling when you fail your loved ones— for me, my parents, and for you, others— when you see the stars in their eyes and realize that you've stolen their shine.
"This isn't a book, Liana"
"Things are as they seem"
"This isn't science fiction"
"This isn't a dream"
My friend tells me
Blames it on how many books I read

"Prove it"
I say

She can't...
Let me talk about how we could all be in a sophisticated virtual reality machine please!

(This note was written by a trash can that no one thought to look in. They thought it was just full of trash. It was filled with answers to big questions, and a whole lot of cash.)

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