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It's sad. Sometimes it's no wonder we hate ourselves.. We're born free. Innocent. Precious. I was like that too.
But I'm not free now. My shadow stalks me. The butterflies hate me. The windows spread my consciousness open. LIke I'm a book that has to be read. And my mistakes are highlighted red and not yellow. I prefer silence. It's quiet and makes you think that the world really doesn't hate you. But who are we to fool. Of course, I hate myself. Not because I happen to like the same sex. I've been told a thousand times by the fireflies that the lies I see in your eyes need to come out. And they might. I might fly one day, off a building just for fun. I"m an angel without wings who sings at the top of his lungs, breeathe. I'm here foryou. And everything will be okay.
I'll give you my heart and my arms to lift you up out of that depression. So that one day you'll be able to see and hear the words..
I love you.

Description
It's sad. Sometimes it's no wonder we hate ourselves.. We're born free. Innocent. Precious. I was like that too.
But I'm not free now. My shadow stalks me. The butterflies hate me. The windows spread my consciousness open. LIke I'm a book that has to be read. And my mistakes are highlighted red and not yellow. I prefer silence. It's quiet and makes you think that the world really doesn't hate you. But who are we to fool. Of course, I hate myself. Not because I happen to like the same sex. I've been told a thousand times by the fireflies that the lies I see in your eyes need to come out. And they might. I might fly one day, off a building just for fun. I"m an angel without wings who sings at the top of his lungs, breeathe. I'm here foryou. And everything will be okay.
I'll give you my heart and my arms to lift you up out of that depression. So that one day you'll be able to see and hear the words..
I love you.