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Oct 2017
I clean my room really nice
and fill it with these fake flowers
I light the candles
for a second I think it helps with my mental health
but subconsciously I know
I'm doing it hoping someone will notice the time I've put into it
or that there will even be someone in my room at all to notice
just someone to **** me
I'm so tired of myself
I blame it on everyone else
I say I'm so sick of this
But I'm sick
There's something wrong with me
And that's why no one is interested
I leave the blinds wide open
I always have
no one cares about the flowers in my room

No one even knows what my room looks like
let alone the flowers
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