i don't want to write what i feel,
it's not worth the paper i write on.
simply, it doesn't matter.
i don't want to feel the way i feel,
it's not worth the hurt i depend on.
simply, it doesn't matter.
i want this sense to fail me.
what i'll be missing will be less than my gain.
i won't get that lucky,
i live for this pain.
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