everything sucks

washed up. has been’s and never were’s. mashed up cluster fucks because of me, because of her. labeling is for the non-critical thinkers. and they always love to complain. everything sucks, but saying it doesn’t make it go away. everything changes, but everything stays the same. passed up. last to be picked for softball, and all that. I forgot what it was like to be a kid with small worries that seemed gigantic at the time. where did we all become empty vessels, I gave up on my own heart, but it was never mine.


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