You hurry. Quick as you can. Because I am the fucking game.
I'm not running away- I'm just running a little late.
It's become more and more hard to be who i want to be. I also don't know what anybody wants me to be, and maybe if i did it'd be a little easier. Id rather do that than have to worry about myself. And i honestly think that everyone just doesnt want me, not who i am sometimes. Its getting harder. Just a little.
But in those moments, dont you look back, try to find what you've lost, be found where nothing can be found?
It's the difference between a blind man counting how many brushstrokes it took to paint a room with the lights on and the lights off.
Don't you see? ♭ecause I do.
~nästallion~
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