what is "better" to you?

i am not enough and that is a fact wiping the tears from my eyes has caused my fingers to prune everything they want me to have is what i lack all that is evil all that is dark that is all true to me hope can be somewhat of a noose choking and inviting and releasing to us who seek but it can't release you it's nothing but a ruse tell the world to come kiss my cheek it won't miss me and the feeling will be mutual they told me it'd get better as if they were so sure as if they knew anything as if getting better was real

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