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I'm getting that feeling again....that feeling that makes me wanna kick the bucket. Someone help! I've got another extreme case of the ****-its.

Feeling pleasure but on the verge of death, temporary relief from a life that's wrecked. In this moment, I'm oddly content but when it all comes down, it's only me I resent. Wallow in regret, continuing my life as a hopeless degenerate.

Why is it always chaos I crave? I swear this restlessness is gonna take me to my grave.

What did I do to deserve all this? How can I get back all the consciousness I've missed?

It seems I can't find a way to fix my mind, endlessly searching for answers I'm never going to find. I wish I could find a better way to pass the time. I know what I'm doing yet act as though I'm blind. In a world with so much beauty, I feel so confined. I'll sit and loathe as life passes by.

Gimme, gimme, gimme...more, more, more. Everyday struggling for that next score. I've become so cynical, life's such a bore. Don't even wake me up, my hard head is fine right here on the floor.
511 · Mar 2016
The Imposter
She's got dreamy blue eyes that shine bright, scruffy cheeks and an overbite. She's so strong at heart but feels a continuing sense of defeat. If you listen closely, you can hear her fast heartbeat through the body of a boy set on repeat.

I'm not who think. I'm not who see but you'll never see me as the person I was meant to be.

When the mirror is your greatest enemy. When you're the only person you can't stand to see, it becomes hard to get a grip on your sanity. All along, tried to hide it, tried to fight it but always knew what was wrong with me.

This is a mistake. I can't go on like this I'm an imposter, I'm a fake. I've lost all control and I don't know how much more this girl can take.
This is about trying to cope with gender dsyphoria.

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