I would like not think, sometimes.
I'd rather be someone different, now and then.
I prefer being alive, but don't accept the gift of life.
I hate the good memories.
I hate carrying on,
I hate it especially when everything around tells me the contrary.
I'm doing my best.
I'm seeking my fate.
I keep my hope
clean and shiny by the time my moment gets back.
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